Fall From Grace

Standing rigidly in the polished marble lobby, Silas watched impassively as burly security guards forcefully dragged a screaming Damian and a flailing Brielle toward the exit of the towering Vance Group building. The crisp slap of their designer shoes scuffing against the pristine floor echoed through the cavernous space, drawing the stares of passing employees who paused to witness the spectacle.