“You love it.”
“Whatever. The head of security is coming my way. Gotta go.”
“You got it, chief.”
I stand and greet the building’s head of security, a slightly heavy-set guy in his fifties who looks like he knows how to handle himself.
“Mr. Edgerton, nice to meet you. You're here to discuss Mads’ security measures for the building, correct?”
“Yes, I am.”
I should feel bad for the guy, especially since I'm about to make his job a hell of a lot harder, but it's necessary and well past due for keeping Mads safe.
And I will protect Mads at all costs.