"Sierra," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that felt like it was scraped from the bottom of a well. "You have exactly four security protocols and one very expensive trespassing charge past where you're allowed to be."
Sierra didn't flinch. She was trembling, yes, but she stood her ground. "I don't care about the charges, Mr. Leopold. I've spent three days watching people act like my best friend never existed. I've spent three days staring at an empty desk and a phone that doesn't ring. You're the only one who knows the truth."
Theron stared at her, weighing his options. His first instinct was to call security and have her escorted out, her memory wiped of whatever she thought she saw. But as he looked at her, he felt a rare pang of something that felt suspiciously like respect. Amara had always said Sierra was the only "real" person in this building. Now, he saw why.
