The men hurriedly hide the straw and turn away, pretending innocence, but nothing escapes me.
"????? ?? ?? ???????!"[4] I growl under my breath, and in three quick strides I reach them, grab the alpha who fired it by the shoulder, and knock him out with a single punch that sends him crashing to the floor.
It’s definitely excessive force. Completely disproportionate.
But something fierce and overwhelming rises inside me, this instinctive need to protect Blue at any cost and by any means possible, and I have no clue where it comes from, since it seems super irrational.
Naturally, the entire lobby erupts in noise. People turn to stare, and all four guards assigned to lobby security immediately come pouring out of their little office.
If someone missed the spitball part, it probably just looks like I walked up and punched some random guy in the face for no reason.
The alpha’s friends immediately prove themselves cowards and start backing away fast, abandoning him the second the situation explodes into chaos.
The security guards approach me, and I can already tell they’re preparing to grab my arms.
"I’m Mr. Blue Lowen’s bodyguard. That man spat on him," I say loudly and firmly, my voice cutting through the commotion sharp enough to stop them in place.
How strange, yet again I find this immense strength and boldness in myself, to confront other alphas! What’s going on?
I can see them hesitate.
Blue walks over calmly.
"I have footage of the entire incident right here," he says, lifting one slender finger to the edge of his glasses. "I’m already transferring it to my phone."
A second later he raises his screen, already displaying the exact moment.
For real, his recording setup is ridiculously impressive.
The footage clearly shows the alpha using the straw and firing the spitball toward Blue.
Fully immersed in the authoritative air I have somehow evoked, I say coldly,
"I’ll personally make sure a formal complaint reaches your department. Your employment in Mr. Lowen’s tower is terminated effective immediately."
The alpha, who’s only now beginning to recover from the punch, however still sitting in the floor, finally seems to realize his stupid joke is about to have very real consequences.
I notice Blue’s eyebrows lift slightly.
Did my initiative surprise him? Did I overstep? Is he going to object?
No. He lets me take control of the situation.
"As head of Mr. Lowen’s security, I cannot allow people willing to physically attack him to continue working inside a building that belongs to him," I continue in an almost formal tone, casually assigning myself that title. Oh well.
"It was just a stupid spitball!" the alpha protests, sounding close to tears.
I lean down, grab his shirt tightly against his chest, and say sharply,
"If I spit in your face right now, would you want me remaining in your proximity afterward, inside a place built with your own money?"
The alpha says nothing. His mouth twists like he might actually cry.
I shove him away hard enough to make him stumble.
"So you’re brave enough to spit on a small omega, but not brave enough to deal with the consequences afterward? Is that it?"
"Alright," one of the guards says in a meditative tone. "We’ll take him and make sure the incident is reported to his supervisor."
