Victor finally snapped out of his frozen glare and shoved himself a step forward, throwing his arm out like he could shield his man from Xavier's weight alone. His voice carried, smooth but laced with strain, "Enough. He admitted it. He was doing his job. That's all there is to it."
But the tone didn't land. The crowd wasn't listening to him anymore; their attention clung to Xavier, their cameras fixed on his every move. Victor's jaw twitched, irritation boiling under his polished exterior.
He tried again, louder this time, almost barking. "This is my club tonight. My event. My security! You don't get to come in here and dictate how I run my place!" He swept his hand to the crowd, searching for some validation, but most of them were whispering Xavier's name, shoving phones higher, snapping shots like this was all some performance.
