Nathaniel returned to the office after settling the chaos at the construction site. He strode inside, giving out clear, clipped orders.
"Place guards at the site full-time. Set up a hotline so they can call for immediate help if anything happens again. Work with the local police and deal with those goons. I want that entire gang wiped out for good."
"Yes, sir. We are already on it," Roberto said with a nod.
Before Nathaniel could instruct anything more, the office door flew open and Riya stormed in, her face flushed, eyes brimming with tears.
"Nathaniel," she cried out. "You have to give me justice."
Nathaniel frowned instantly, seemingly displeased. "What are you doing here? And why did you barge in without knocking? Do you not understand basic courtesy?"
The sharpness of his tone hit Riya like a slap. She froze, stunned, her confidence slipping. She had expected sympathy, a concerned question, maybe even comfort. Instead, he had scolded her.
"I… I just—"
