For the first time since entering the room, genuine anger flickered across Stan's eyes. His gaze moved to them
From their posture, equipment, and formation, he could already tell they were private security.
And honestly...
He couldn't completely suppress the frustration rising inside him.
"If you'd done your jobs properly," Stan said quietly, his voice calm but carrying unmistakable pressure, "if you'd stayed with your client the way protection details are supposed to, none of this would've happened."
His gaze swept across them.
"She hired you to keep her safe."
None of the guards spoke.
Not a single one.
Because deep down, they knew he was right.
The guilt on their faces went far beyond wounded pride.
If Amelia died, this wouldn't simply become a failed assignment.
It would destroy their company.
No one trusted a protection firm that lost the very person they were supposed to protect.
