The reporters finally dispersed, their cameras and notebooks packed away with enough drama to fill tomorrow's headlines. I watched the last of them exit through the glass doors, knowing our confrontation with the hired saboteurs would be front-page news by evening.
"That was impressive," Evelyn said, standing beside me as the lobby returned to its normal bustle. "But I have questions."
I turned to face her, already knowing what was coming.
"Your assistant," she continued, her voice carefully controlled. "Phoebe. Where exactly did you find someone who fights like that?"
Phoebe stood nearby, looking every bit the innocent office worker again. Her earlier display of combat prowess seemed almost impossible to believe now.
"She's my godsister," I said smoothly. "I've known her family for years."
"Your godsister who happens to be a martial arts expert?"
"The mountains where I grew up produced many skilled people. I hired her specifically to keep you safe."
