"The truth," she said with devastating precision, "is that you barged into my office without permission or announcement. You frightened my children with your aggressive behavior and your wild accusations. And you attempted to claim ownership over someone who does not belong to you, has never belonged to you, and has explicitly stated she does not wish to interact with you."
She paused, letting each accusation land separately, building a case that painted him as the aggressor, the threat, the problem.
The truth is that you've now spent fifteen minutes harassing a twelve-year-old girl who has clearly, repeatedly told you she doesn't know you. That's not the behavior of a concerned family member, Chief Lu. That's the behavior of someone who should perhaps be escorted out by security before this situation escalates any further."
She turned slightly, the movement economical and purposeful, her voice taking on a formal tone that signaled the conversation was over.
"Ting Fei."
