Shawna nodded at him, instructing him not to admit anyone unauthorized to the company before departing. The afternoon passed quietly.

That evening, a group of people aggressively entered. Dustin's eyes narrowed; they appeared menacing, led by an arrogant young man. They stormed toward the company.

"Trouble already?" Dustin grabbed his baton, leaving the security booth to block the entrance. "Oh?"

The youth, upon seeing Dustin, glared icily. "Who do you think you are? Get out of my way!"

Dustin remained firm, his face hardening.

"Shawna Welch, pay what you owe! Or I'll destroy this company!" the young man shouted.

Shawna emerged. "What do you want, Patrick Harmon?" she demanded, stepping in front of Dustin and gesturing him back. "You can't handle this. Step aside," she whispered.

Dustin frowned. He was security; why was his boss protecting him?

"Miss Shawna, I can help," he offered with a smile.

Shawna glared. "What makes you think you can? Do you even have the ability?"

Dustin was speechless.

"Haha! Just a security guard with a big mouth. Shawna, is this your help?" Patrick scoffed. "Hey, punk! Think you can take me down with one move?" he threatened.

Dustin's gaze sharpened. Was Patrick threatening him? He intended to intervene.

"He's the son of the Grayvale Harmon family. You can't afford to offend him," Shawna murmured, pulling Dustin aside, oblivious to his darkening expression.

"The Harmons manipulated the contract, extorting us! I should be suing you! How dare you demand more money?" Shawna raged. "Don't make things up, Shawna," Patrick retorted mockingly. "You signed the contract; it clearly states your payment obligation. Write the check."

"I need to celebrate my grandfather's birthday tonight; important people will be there. I can't miss it," Patrick added.

Shawna trembled with fury. "I won't give you a cent!"

"Then I'll take drastic measures!" Patrick's face hardened, signaling his men.

Dustin stepped forward, positioning himself before Shawna. "Dustin, you..." Shawna frowned, deeply doubting his capabilities. She believed him unfit even for security, let alone helping her.

"I'll handle this. Let me reason with them," Dustin stated calmly.

Shawna's eyes widened. Reason with them? Is he serious? she thought.

Patrick and his men erupted in laughter, amused by the security guard's naiveté.

"Care for a chat?" Dustin challenged.

"What game are you playing?" Patrick sneered, leading his men away with Dustin.

Shawna watched them go, frowning deeper. "Call the police. And an ambulance," she instructed an employee.

In a secluded corner, Dustin faced Patrick and his men.

"Dumb security guard, what 'reasoning' do you have?" Patrick taunted, taking a knife from a henchman.

"You're the son of the Grayvale Harmon family? The top family?" Dustin asked slowly.

"Indeed. Scared?" Patrick smirked.

"No... This is good," Dustin replied indifferently.

He spun around. A blade flashed; the smell of blood filled the air. Patrick's head thudded to the floor, a look of shock frozen on his face. He died instantly.

The others watched in stunned silence, then terror seized them.