"I nearly walked into a wall I couldn't see," Kyle muttered to himself, shaking his head slowly.
The elevator reached the lobby. The doors opened.
He stepped out into the cool marble foyer and kept walking, hands in his pockets, mind still turning over the same thought.
Stan Harrison was deliberately invisible.
A man with that kind of connection, keeping himself that quiet, that wasn't modesty.
That was something else entirely.
Something Kyle didn't yet have a word for, but recognized instinctively as the kind of thing that should be left well alone.
Just as he was about to head for the exit, two hotel guards stepped into his path, the same ones who had ignored him earlier, dismissing him as just another customer.
Kyle's expression shifted slightly. 'Of course... I wouldn't get off that easily...'
One of the guards spoke, his tone flat and cold, completely different from before.
"Sir, you caused structural damage to a private suite door and disrupted an ongoing meeting."
