INICIAR SESIÓNKaeldric’s POVThe photograph had been on my desk for weeks.I had taken it out after receiving the message in Chapter Thirty, the one warning me that if Serelyn’s granddaughter had found the ring, I needed to remember what happened the last time someone went looking for it.Today, I placed it beneath the desk lamp and studied it again.The picture had been taken at the disaster-response training facility outside Elaris. I was younger, still in the early years of my service, standing beside two instructors and a woman whose presence had drawn more attention than her clothes or position should have warranted.Serelyn’s grandmother.I remembered the day more clearly than I had expected. The facility had been hosting a demonstration for a small group of visitors interested in emergency preparedness. Her grandmother had arrived with a man whose name I could no longer place. She had asked to observe the training exercises, and the director had allowed it.She questioned the people responsi
Serelyn’s POVThe formal request arrived just after breakfast.It was addressed to me personally, printed on heavy cream paper and delivered in a sealed envelope by the estate manager. Edwin Vale had included his full name, a telephone number, an email address and a brief statement explaining that his previous visit had been intended to establish contact, not to force an immediate decision.I read it twice.He had also included the name of the uncle he claimed had known my grandmother: Alistair Vale.The name meant nothing to me.According to Edwin, Alistair had been acquainted with my grandmother for several years and had visited her property on more than one occasion. He described their relationship as private, involving discussions about land, old family records and preparations for an event he refused to identify. Edwin claimed his uncle had kept letters and other documents connected to those meetings.I placed the letter beside the photograph of my grandmother and the younger Ka
Darian’s POVThe warning arrived while I was trying to convince a client that nothing was wrong.“We have had a temporary supplier issue,” I told him. “The next shipment is being arranged.”“You said that last week, Mr. Voss. If you cannot meet the revised date, we will review the contract.”The call ended before I could answer. My operations manager cleared his throat.“Another supplier has put the account on hold,” he said. “They want the outstanding balance cleared before releasing anything else.”“How much?”He gave me the figure. It was not impossible, but it was another demand arriving before I had dealt with the previous ones. Two client payments were overdue, a third invoice was disputed, and suppliers were refusing to extend the credit terms they had offered us for years.“Tell them we will pay by Friday.”“Can we?”I looked up sharply. “Did I ask you whether we could?”He closed his mouth.I reopened the creditor’s email and read the final paragraph. They were no longer mere
Serelyn’s POVThe report was waiting on my desk when Kaeldric arrived that morning.A temporary logistics credential had accessed information connected to both the shipment coordination records and the visitor procedure. The credential belonged to the external service provider, yet that did not tell us who had used it, or why.Kaeldric placed the access report beside my laptop. “The credential was created for temporary coordination,” he said. “It should have expired after the delivery project ended.”“Should have?”“The provider’s system shows it remained active. We’re checking whether that was an administrative oversight or whether someone extended it.”I opened the report. The access history listed timestamps, document references, and the credential identifier. It did not provide a person’s name. The same credential had viewed the visitor instructions shortly before the unfamiliar man appeared at the gate. It had also accessed the shipment coordination record before the unauthorized
Kaeldric’s POVThe call came before the morning briefing had finished. One of the security supervisors reported that visitor procedures might have circulated beyond the people authorized to receive them. I asked him to preserve the records, restrict further distribution, and bring me the access history. No one was to question employees until we understood what information had escaped. I went to the coordination office and requested the current visitor procedure, the earlier version, and the list of people who had received either document. The first review showed that the instructions were not equally sensitive. Gate staff needed to identify visitors, confirm appointments, and contact Serelyn. Senior personnel alone needed the internal escalation steps, decision-makers’ names, and details of restricted areas.I separated the two lists. The basic procedure had been shared with security officers, reception staff, and the estate manager. That was necessary. They could not perform thei
Serelyn’s POVThe request arrived shortly after ten, while I was reviewing the revised construction schedule.Security had received a visitor at the eastern gate. He claimed to be a relative and insisted that his connection to me meant he should be admitted without an appointment. He had provided a name, but the details did not match anything in the visitor records.I ended the call and opened the camera feed. A dark sedan stood outside the gate. The man beside it was middle-aged, wearing a pale shirt and holding his phone as though he expected someone important to call him back. He paced near the intercom, growing more impatient each time the guard spoke.“Keep the gate closed,” I told the officer. “Ask him for identification and the full reason for his visit. Don’t argue with him, and don’t allow him beyond the public entrance.”“He says he knows your family, ma’am.”“Knowin







