A voice came over the intercom. "That's enough Seon-mi. See them out and leave it at that. I can't afford to have any of my employees getting hurt further. I already have gotten enough news coverage. More than I need." A moment later, the door behind them swung open and Peter Benson stood there, his cane in hand. His gray hair was well combed. His eyes were steeling cold and, if anyone really knew to say so, they looked mean.
Alexandria stopped, staring at her father, her eyes going wide. She slowly stood and took a step back. She hadn't wanted to actually see him. Not at all. She hadn't actually wanted to ever see him again. Not ever.
Johnathan was standing in the shadows, moving ever so slightly as he was lining up his shot, still aimed at Seon-mi, but he slowly turned to point the arrow at Peter Brenson. If Brenson was gone... then this mess would be over. Right?
He really didn't know just how wrong he was, but that didn't matter at the moment. What mattered was they got out of here. "Johnathan." Alexandria didn't know exactly where he was. The man didn't honestly show any signs of letting them go. He was lying. Most likely. She couldn't say for sure.