I didn’t answer the way he expected.
“Sir,” I said, already halfway to standing, “you need to leave. Now.”
His aides stiffened immediately, their posture shifting from relaxed to alert in a way that suggested they weren’t used to enlisted personnel issuing directives, especially not to someone of his rank. Titan let out a low, controlled sound—not quite a growl, not quite a warning, but something in between, something that carried enough weight to make nearby conversations falter.
I didn’t look at the general. I kept my eyes on the service line.
“Sir,” I repeated, louder this time, “clear the hall. Five minutes. No alarms. No panic.”
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