It also showed him looking at me for several seconds before telling Daniel to escort me out.

The worst part of seeing it again was knowing that I had not misunderstood the moment.

He knew who I was.

“Are you certain you want this in the incident report?” Daniel asked gently.

“It’s part of the incident,” I said.

A receptionist named Nia had witnessed the exchange.

When she came in to give her statement, her hands were shaking.

“I’ve worked here four years,” she explained.