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‘…threatening Midtown. Fearless spotted at the scene…’
The still muted device displays a live WNSG news report from Lexington Plaza (20 blocks south of them). Its city block is a war-zone, with overturned cars, black smoke in the air, and bloodied, panicked people rushing past the camera. The banner at the bottom of the broadcast states:
Taken aback, Kartinhaus steps away from the table. Philip takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. As he does, he finally notices the video stream playing on Bernadette’s abandoned laptop. He steps over and lifts it up with both hands for a closer inspection.
What? Sic your goon on her? Well, best of luck there. Bernadette will hand him his ass. She is every bit…
Now, if this is some charade in order for her to break the chain of command and deliver warning to the board, I will have no choice but to…
Yusuf releases the handle, allowing the glass door to close at a more normal rate, then casually glances back at Kartinhaus. Kartinhaus darts his eyes in Bernadette’s departed direction. With a subtle nod back, Yusuf buttons up his black suit jacket and casually strolls off down the hallway.
Bernadette hits the glass door, flinging it open excitedly. Before it can smash into him, Yusuf calmly extends an arm out to block it. Then with a flick of the wrist, he grabs its metal handle to stop the door from ricocheting back into Bernadette. With Yusuf now playing the role of the polite doorman,