"To do what?"
"Unclear. But Professor Reeves is currently blocking their access to the elevator with what the security camera is describing as an intimidating amount of cleavage and a complete disregard for personal space."
I checked my own phone. A message from Laurana.
Company downstairs. Handled for now. You have visitors in approximately fifteen minutes if I let them up. Your call.
I showed the others.
"Options?"
Noel was already thinking. Her corporate instincts kicking into gear.
"We could refuse them entry. Let Laurana handle the confrontation. But that tips our hand. Shows we're hiding something worth hiding."
"Or?"
"We invite them in. Treat it like a normal visit from concerned family representatives. Give them nothing useful while gathering whatever intelligence we can about your father's current operational priorities."
"Or we portal them into the ocean."
"Mera."
"I'm just saying it's an option."
"A criminal option."
"Only if they survive to press charges."
