The Director takes another look around, nodding his head absent-mindfully. Slowly, he rises, seeming intent to remove himself from the venue as quickly as possible. As he turns, one of the scorned reporters turns to face him, complaining of his so-called "rude behavior". Clearly annoyed, Jack stomps down on the red-faced reporter's foot.
As the reporter slouches down, back into his chair, to ease the pain shooting through his toes, the man purposefully walks towards the back, once more. With a relieved grunt, he exits the hall.
Before the Director could vanish completely from the place, he felt a strong grip around his right arm, which happened to be the hand of one of the guards monitoring every single move performed inside the conference hall. The guard pulled the Director away from the entrance and he even strengthened the grip a bit more and casted a malicious glance at the Director.
"Perhaps you may give me an explanation about your behaviour, sir. Pseudo-anarchists aren't allowed here, didn't you read the signboard before getting your credentials to access this place?"