Page 195 of Titus

“Ms. Veléz.” Lowell turned and offered a smile.

It certainly lacked enthusiasm, and Christian didn’t even bother to pretend. His attention shifted from me to Marcus, then back to me, as though he were trying to figure out why Titus’s head of security was standing in his building.

Sienna pulled out a chair and sat, and I sat beside her as Marcus stood near the door, watching the two men intently.

Lowell took his seat and joined us at the table. “Ladies, what can we do for you?”

Sienna opened her portfolio. “We’re here regarding Catalina’s lease.”

Christian seemed to relax at the declaration. It was quite obvious he thought this was going to be simple.

Sienna slid several documents across the table. “After reviewing the agreement and compiling supporting documentation, we’ve determined that Jameston Holdings materially violated multiple lease provisions.”

Lowell frowned. “What violations?”

Sienna looked genuinely surprised. “Would you prefer the short list or the complete list?”

Christian leaned forward. “You’re serious?”

“I am the most serious person you’ve ever met,” Sienna said, like the absolute badass she’d been as long as I’d known her.

She slid another document toward him. Then another. And another. I watched the color drain from Lowell’s face.

Sienna folded her hands. “The documents before you clearly show that there was repeated interference with my client’s business operations by a Mr. Christian Jameston...” She tapped another page. “This individual also committed another offense on multiple occasions, gaining unauthorized access to her private office.”

She tapped another page. “Harassment,” she said, pointing to another. “Creating a hostile work environment.” Then another. “And repeated disruptions impacting her ability to conduct business.”

Christian laughed, but the sound felt forced. “That’s ridiculous.”

Sienna’s smile widened. “No. Ridiculous would’ve been filing all this without documentation.” She tapped the stack. “This stack of papers is all of the documentation that backs everything up.”

Christian narrowed his eyes and picked up one of the reports. “What exactly qualifies as harassment?”

Sienna didn’t even glance down. “Entering her office without invitation.”

Christian rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on.”

“Interrupting meetings,” she continued. She reached for the stack of papers. “This is evidence of an attempt to access confidential client information.” She reached for another. “This is a witness account from Dani, her assistant, who cited multiple instances of you attempting to view private communications on her personal device.”

The room fell silent. I watched Christian’s expression shift because he remembered these damn events. The day he’d walked into my office while I was texting Titus, the way he’d leaned over my shoulder, the way he’d looked at my phone and warned me about Titus after seeing his name. And the way I’d told him to get out. Twice.

“You can’t seriously be using that. That was all casual,” he said flippantly.

Christian looked toward his father, but Lowell didn’t share his son’s nonchalant façade.

Sienna continued. “The pattern of behavior is extensive.” She slid one final document across the table. “Combined with multiple contractual breaches, it provides sufficient grounds for immediate termination of the lease without penalties or cost to Veléz Global.”

Lowell looked at the paperwork, then at me. “When did you start planning this?”

I met his gaze. “The last time I realized Christian couldn’t stay out of my office.”

The look Christian was giving me should’ve frightened me. Then I glanced at Marcus. One look at the cold, unwavering stare in his gray eyes, fixed on Christian, and I almost laughed. Christian definitely wasn’t the most intimidating man in the room.

Sienna closed the folder. “The movers are arriving this afternoon.”

Christian’s head snapped up. “What?”

“My office is already being packed,” I stated.