“If My Daughter’s A General, Then I’m A Ballerina,” He Said—Until The Doors Opened

hostile surveillance team in the lobby.”

“Time frame?”

“Four minutes since last ping. They’re scanning exits.”

“Lockdown protocol?”

“Initiated. Hotel security believes it’s a fire drill. Civilians are being moved to designated safe zones.”

I glanced toward the ballroom doors, currently closed. Through the narrow window, I could see people still laughing,continue reading …