Fueled by a last burst of angry embarrassment, Mr. Hayes clumsily lunged at Finn, but just then, the door and two big, serious-looking security guards in dark suits came in. They didn’t say a word. Each grabbed one of Hayes’ arms and lifted him right off the ground.

“Let me go! Put me down! I’m old enough to be your father! FINN WYNDHAM!”

His legs flailed uselessly in the air as his shouts faded while they carried him quickly down the hall. The doors closed with a soft click, ...