I recognized all of them.

I had hosted them for dinner at the estate in August.

I had paid for their children to go to summer coding camps.

They walked toward the exit in a tight group.

They kept their eyes fixed straight ahead, completely ignoring me as they passed the turnstiles.

“Are you really going to do this in public?” I asked.

“I’m protecting the operational integrity of my firm,” Aaron said.

“Frank, please escort my wife to her car.”