The old man stands still, holding the key card.
He turns slightly toward Ryan.
Calm voice:
“This card still opens every system in this building.”
Ryan smirks nervously:
“That’s impossible.”
The old man walks toward a locked control panel wall.
He slowly taps the card.
BEEP.
All hotel lights shift—system screens turn ON.
Security freezes.
Guests gasp.
Ryan’s face changes—shock.
The old man finally says:
“I never sold what I built.”
Alarm sounds faintly in the background.
CUT TO BLACK.
