The elevator dinged as the guards stepped out, gripping Nico and Kyan firmly by the arms like they'd just caught international criminals.
The security guard who led the way was practically glowing with pride, walking with the confidence of someone who believed a job promotion was already in the bag.
They reached the lobby floor, where the manager stood in the middle of the large marble space, speaking to the couple who had reported them.
"There they are!" the man said, pointing directly at Nico and Kyan. His partner nodded, clutching her robe like she'd just survived a horror movie.
The manager's eyes widened. He took a careful step forward, gaze narrowing at Nico. His mouth opened slightly. "Wait a second... Is that—?"
"I'm sorry about this, Mr. Luciano," he started to say, face draining of color.
But Nico held up a hand casually, cutting him off with a quiet, dangerous calm. "Let him finish," he said, throwing a glance at the security officer.
