Drake held Lucille close, facing the security officers with a determined stance. "She's coming with me," he said firmly.
The officers hesitated, uncertain of their next move under Drake's commanding presence. Lucille clung to him, grateful for his protective stance.
"She needs to stay until we sort this out," one officer insisted.
Drake's gaze remained fixed, his resolve unwavering. "She's innocent. Check the CCTV. She clearly denied making the drink."
"Unfortunately, the CCTV in the breakroom wasn't working. As of now, she's our prime suspect in Director Justinbaste's poisoning," the chief officer said politely, suspicion lingering in his eyes. "If you don't comply, we'll have to involve the police."
"Fine. We're not leaving, but we'll wait in my office," Drake replied, struggling to keep his composure.
"Where's your office?" the chief officer asked, unsure of Drake's current position at BellRox Corporation.