Jerome looks at Darion with apologetic eyes. The younger guard puts his hand near his belt where his radio is clipped. Ma’am, the young guard’s voice is all business. Is there a problem? Yes. Victoria points at Darien like she’s pointing at trash on the sidewalk. This man is disrupting a private business meeting. He’s not on any guest list. He’s not invited.
And he needs to leave immediately. Darien takes a slow breath. He could pull out his phone right now. He could show her his Forbes profile. He could call his CFO and have James verify everything. But he doesn’t because this moment tells him everything he needs to know about Victoria Ashford. She didn’t see a potential investor.
She didn’t see a businessman. She didn’t even see a person who deserved basic courtesy. She saw a black man in casual clothes and decided instantly that he didn’t belong. I’ll leave. Darien’s voice is quiet. Calm. No need for an escort. He looks at Jerome. I can find my way out, but Victoria isn’t done. Oh, you’ll be escorted.
I want to make sure you actually leave the premises and don’t try to sneak into other meetings. She turns to the young guard. Walk him all the way to the street. Make sure he doesn’t come back. The guard nods. Yes, ma’am. Sir, if you’ll come with me. The walk to the door feels like a mile. Every eye in the lobby is watching. The woman on the couch is definitely recording on her phone.
The concierge has stopped pretending to work. Darien keeps his head up. His steps are measured. Professional. Jerome walks beside him, not touching him, giving him space. At the door, Jerome leans in close. “Sir,” he whispers. “I’m real sorry about this. I’m just You’re doing your job. Darien gives him a small nod. I understand.
Outside, the San Francisco morning is bright and cold. Darien stands on the sidewalk for a moment, letting his heart rate settle. His phone buzzes. Priya, boss, what happened? Victoria’s assistant just called saying, “You left. Change of plans. Cancel the LA meeting this afternoon. Book me on the next flight back to New York.
” But the 500 million Priya, his voice is gentle but firm. I just got my answer. Book the flight. Inside the lobby, Victoria smooths her suit jacket and turns back to the German investors with a brilliant smile. I am so sorry about that interruption. You would not believe how many scammers try to crash these events.
The silver-haired German doesn’t smile back. Victoria, that seemed harsh. Harsh. Victoria waves her hand dismissively. Clouse, you have to be firm with these people, otherwise they think they can take advantage. The other German is already standing, picking up his briefcase. We should go. Our flight, but we haven’t finished.
We finished last week, Victoria. Klaus’s voice is cold. We told you no. We only stopped by to be polite. They shake her hand quickly, professionally, and leave. Victoria stands alone in the lobby watching them go. A small frown crosses her face. Then she shrugs, pulls out her phone, and texts her assistant. That investor who just left calls something. Make sure his information is deleted from our system.
Don’t want his type thinking they can waste our time again. She has no idea that his type is the only person who is actually going to save her company. And in less than 3 hours, she’s going to find out exactly who Darien Cole is. 10:30 in the morning. Victoria’s office on the 42nd floor. She’s already forgotten about Darien Cole.
