INICIAR SESIÓNBy Saturday evening, I had learned that my father could turn almost anything into a performance.The reception at the Valerius Foundation was supposed to celebrate the organization's latest charitable programme, but the arrangements suggested something considerably more personal. My name and Elena's appeared on the event banners, our photographs had been included in the evening programme, and a photographer had been stationed near the entrance to capture our arrival.Arthur wanted the public to see us together.He wanted them to believe that our courtship was progressing exactly as he intended.I adjusted my cuffs while studying my reflection in the dressing room mirror. My suit fitted perfectly, my hair had been styled, and there was nothing about my appearance that suggested I had spent the previous night examining restricted security records or wondering whether the man assigned to protect me had been reporting my movements to someone outside the estate.A knock sounded.“Come in.”
I didn't speak to Kaelen until we were back inside his office.The entire journey from the security archive had been spent in silence. He had answered two calls, ignored three messages, and refused to explain why the transfer destination displayed his name. I had watched him closely, waiting for some indication that he was as disturbed by the discovery as I was, but he had returned to his usual controlled expression before we reached the upper floor.He closed the office door behind us.“Sit down, Julian.”“No.”He removed his jacket and placed it over the back of his chair. The movement pulled at his injured side, and I noticed the brief tightening of his jaw.“Your wound is getting worse,” I said.“We're not discussing my wound.”“Of course not. We're discussing your name on a file that someone tried to transfer outside the estate.”He looked at me.“I didn't send that file.”“I didn't say you did.”“But you think I know why my name was there.”I crossed my arms. “Do you?”He remain
The private security archive was located beneath the western wing, behind two access-controlled doors that required separate authorization. I had passed the entrance several times without knowing what was stored beyond it. Kaelen entered his credentials at the first terminal, then pressed his thumb against the scanner. The lock released with a heavy click.“You said someone accessed your original assignment,” I reminded him as we stepped inside. “What exactly are we looking for?”“The access record first. I need to know which files were opened and whether anything was removed.”The room was colder than the corridors above. Rows of secured cabinets lined the walls, while several computer terminals occupied the central desks. A single security officer stood near the main workstation. He straightened when he saw Kaelen.“Mr. Thorne. I wasn't expecting you.”“Who accessed the restricted assignment files?”The officer glanced at me before answering. “The system recorded an external authori
I read the message until the words stopped looking like words.He has already delayed his answer once.I placed my phone on the bedside table, but my attention remained fixed on it. The sender knew about the meeting in the library. They knew Kaelen had been given a choice, and they knew he had refused to make it.Someone had been watching us.I crossed the room and checked the curtains. The gardens beyond the glass were dark, with only a few security lights illuminating the paths. I couldn't see anyone, but that did nothing to ease the pressure in my chest.My phone vibrated again.This time, it was Kaelen.**Stay in your room. Lock the door. Do not let anyone in until I arrive.**I called him immediately.He answered after the first ring. “What's wrong?”“Someone knows about our meeting.”Silence.“What did they send you?”I read the message aloud. His breathing changed, and I heard movement on his end.“Did you respond?”“No.”“Good. Lock your door.”“You already told me that. What
I waited until the estate had settled for the night before leaving my room.Kaelen had sent me a location and a time, nothing more. The message contained no explanation, only instructions to use the eastern staircase and avoid the main security corridor. After everything that had happened, I should have questioned why meeting my own bodyguard required so much secrecy. Instead, I found myself following his directions because I needed answers, and because some part of me still trusted him enough to believe he would give them.The eastern wing was quiet. I passed two closed guest rooms before reaching the small library beside the old conservatory. The door was slightly open.Kaelen stood near the window, his jacket removed and his sleeves rolled to his elbows. A fresh dressing showed beneath the edge of his shirt. He turned when I entered, and his eyes immediately moved over my face as though checking whether I had been followed.“You came alone?” he asked.“Yes.”“Did anyone see you?”“
Arthur summoned us to his study before breakfast.I knew something was wrong when I found two security officers waiting outside the door. Neither greeted me. They simply stepped aside when Kaelen approached behind me, their eyes lingering on the bandage beneath his shirt.My father stood beside his desk, holding a printed copy of the security report.“Close the door,” he ordered.I did. Kaelen remained near the entrance, his injured side slightly turned away from Arthur. He had changed into a dark suit, but the stiffness in his movements betrayed the pain he was trying to conceal.Arthur placed the report on the desk.“Two armed men entered my son’s private corridor. One disabled the security cameras, and the other managed to reach the bedroom entrance. Yet I am expected to accept that this was an ordinary security breach.”“No one has suggested that,” Kaelen replied.“Then explain how they got inside.”“We are investigating the access route.”“You were responsible for his protection.







