My family never liked having too many visible guards. We weren't politicians or celebrities, so we didn't need such detail, but we were also not that stupid to move around entirely alone.
A good choice, especially for days like today.
When the crowds started pushing, security started blocking the booth's facade.
While that was comforting to know, it wasn't exactly helpful.
Because where else would this overspill go? The only space available, of course.
I don't know what they wanted to see, but by now, my Dad had decided it wasn't safe and pulled me behind him. Rina didn't have to be told and hid behind us, too, for good measure.
"Boss, I've called the organizers to disperse the mob." Mitchel, the blessed assistant, thankfully noted the organizers' contact details.
What were these people on? And what were they planning on doing by pushing towards us like this?
If need be, I could beat some up, but a stampede won't do me much good.
