“Twice.”
“That isn’t the point.”
“What is the point?”
Bradley looked toward Leon.
“Can you come over here?”
The security guard approached reluctantly.
Evelyn turned to him.
“Leon knows me.”
Leon nodded.
“She’s the property owner.”
Bradley frowned.
“You personally verified that?”
Leon stared.
“She’s been here before.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
Evelyn’s expression changed.
“You have an employee telling you who I am.”
Bradley ignored that.
“Do you have identification?”
“Yes.”
“Can I see it?”
Evelyn opened her handbag slowly.
She removed her driver’s license.
Bradley inspected it.
The name read EVELYN C. MONROE.
He handed it back.
“This confirms your name.”
Evelyn almost laughed.
“What else would a driver’s license confirm?”
“It doesn’t prove you own this building.”
“No.”
She pointed toward the briefcase.
“The lease does.”
Bradley looked at it.
Then at her.
“Anyone can carry documents.”
That sentence changed the atmosphere.
Leon shifted uncomfortably.
A teller looked down.
Evelyn became very still.
“Anyone?”
Bradley realized how it sounded.
He did not correct it.
“I mean we have procedures.”
“What procedure are you following?”
“Security.”
“Show me.”
Bradley frowned.
“What?”
“The procedure requiring the landlord to prove ownership at the retail counter before accessing landlord-controlled mechanical space.”
“That isn’t how this works.”
“Then explain how it works.”
Bradley exhaled.
“You’re becoming confrontational.”
Evelyn stared at him.
“I’m asking you questions.”
Several people were watching now.
One woman near the waiting area took out her phone.
Bradley noticed.
His embarrassment rose.
Then his authority followed it.
“I’m going to ask you to leave until Mr. Pierce arrives.”
Evelyn did not move.
“No.”
Bradley blinked.
“No?”
“I have a scheduled property inspection in a building my company owns.”
“You cannot just refuse when management asks you to leave.”
“You manage the bank.”