"She's only here to submit a document," Terry finally said, stepping forward. "There's no need for things to get abrasive."
"She's not a threat," Jerry added, backing him up.
"Let her pass and submit the document to our… frightening boss," Terry hooked an arm around the stubborn guard and pulled him aside.
Jerry mirrored the move, shifting the remaining guard out of the way.
Selina didn't spare them a glance. She slid her pass card against the turnstile, the soft beep sounding almost deafening in the tense silence, and walked through.
Behind her, the guards struggled uselessly against Terry and Jerry's hold.
Annabelle followed closely, snapping her head back toward the restrained guards.
She recognized them instantly—the same ones who had refused to help Selina before.
Lowering her sunglasses slightly, she fixed them with a cold, deadpan stare. It sent a chill straight down their spines.
