The conference room fell silent, every eye fixed on the figure standing in the doorway.
Ashley stood there, with Red and Khan just behind her.
She swept a calm gaze across the room before it settled on the kneeling gunman.
Then, without acknowledging anyone else, she asked,
"Do we have a name?"
No one answered.
She walked in—calm, measured—but there was something different about the air surrounding her.
"Madam." Gustav stepped in front of her. "This isn't exactly the best place for you right now."
Ashley looked at him.
"Move."
Lukas rolled his eyes.
"The master already has everything under control," he said condescendingly. "Just go back and—"
He stopped abruptly when Red had stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Gustav.
"The madam said move," Red warned.
At the same time, everyone noticed Khan's hand resting near the pistol at his waist.
