Thirty minutes after Tala's arrival, the rest of the family resumed to take up their ridiculing positions–everyone except Julio.
Luzon briskly stepped through the gleaming glass door, flanked by his wife, his sister, his youngest daughter and his nephew.
They stormed the premises like an angry wolf pack, daring anyone to challenge them.
Gone were their condescending stares and their diamond-studded confidence as they hurried through the lobby, avoiding eye contact.
In place of their executive C-class access cards and commanding aura were basic ID badges clipped to their blazers and stiff expressions forged from humiliation.
The only person amongst them whose position still made sense was the former CEO.
The lobby fell into a hushed silence, the kind that only happens when everyone is pretending not to watch but is absolutely hanging on every second.
"Remember, keep your head low for now," Luzon whispered stiffly before all four of them dispersed to their respective duty post.
