Julian watched Arthur unbuckle the watch, his initial smug expression beginning to falter as he noticed the calculated rhythm of Arthur’s movements. The nervous chatter among nearby guests faded into rising tension as Julian took a uneasy step back, his eyes darting toward the heavy entrance doors. He tried to laugh it off, but his hands began to tremble, nearly spilling his martini onto his gray suit. Before Julian could make an excuse to slip out toward the valet, a sudden, deafening crash shattered the high-society atmosphere. The grand white double doors of the ballroom were slammed open as tactical police officers in full tactical gear burst into the hall carrying heavy equipment and tactical shields. The shouting of commands, heavy boots stomping against the hardwood floor, and the dramatic swell of an orchestral score sent guests screaming and ducking behind dinner tables. Julian froze in place, staring in absolute shock and terror as laser sights danced across his chest.