The lock on the office door clicked shut with a sharp sound. Daniel waved his hand, and his two guards immediately moved to stand flat against the exit, their arms crossed and faces blank. The space felt much smaller now. The rows of windows let in the bright morning sun, but the mood inside was ice cold.
Timothy sat frozen in his seat, his fingers digging into the sides of his folder. His fake confidence was entirely gone. He looked up at Julius, then over at Daniel's large frame, his chest moving up and down fast.
"Let's talk, Timothy," Julius said. He did not raise his voice, but he used a deep, dominant tone that made the air in the room feel heavy. He leaned forward, placing his forearms on the flat surface of the desk. "You came into my building with a fake identity and a fake background. That is a very bad start. Who is paying you?"
