Kira's POV
When Maxwell backed away from me again, shaking his head like I was some kind of demon sent to torture him, I just stared at him, completely dumbfounded.
Is this man actually going crazy right now?
"Mr. Wellington," I said firmly, keeping my voice professional despite my confusion. "My boss ordered me to drive you home. That's what I'm going to do."
"No," he said, still backing away. "I'll find someone else. Anyone else. Just not…"
Enough of this nonsense.
I didn't have time for whatever bizarre breakdown he was having. The man clearly needed help - he looked like death warmed over, all pale and sweaty and desperate - and I wasn't about to stand here arguing with him.
So I did what any good security professional would do.
I closed the distance between us in three quick steps, grabbed him by the arm, and shoved him into the back seat of Damien's car - which was next to his.
"Hey! What are you…"
