All Chapters of The S-Tier's Omega Bodyguard : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

KIERANHe got to Sinclair Industries at eight forty-five, which gave him fifteen minutes before the briefing to walk the forty-second floor before the rest of the team arrived.He hadn't been in the building in six weeks. It felt different and also exactly the same, which was the thing about places you knew well they didn't change, you just changed around them, and coming back made you aware of the distance between who you were now and who you'd been the last time you were there. His old workstation was still set up with his monitor the way he'd left it. Someone had dusted it.He did a quick walk of the floor, confirmed the exits, noted the coffee station position relative to the conference room door useful for the break and took his position at the far end of the room standing behind the table's left corner, back mostly to the windows, profile minimised from the main seating area. The jacket was doing its job. He'd eaten a full breakfast, taken his medications, and slept six hours, w

DR. CHENThe appointment was at two on a Thursday, and Priya had been looking at the numbers since that morning.Not because they were alarming not yet. But she'd been doing this long enough to know the difference between numbers that were fine and numbers that were fine for now, and these were the second kind. Twin B's positioning was off. Not dangerously so, not in a way that required immediate action, but the presentation angle had shifted in the last two weeks and it was something she was going to have to watch. More pressing was the growth disparity — Twin A tracking slightly ahead of Twin B on all measurements. Again, within a range that was technically acceptable. Again, not the kind of thing she was going to let slide without flagging.She updated the risk classification in the file before Kieran arrived. High-risk pregnancy. She'd been sitting on that classification for two weeks, logging the data points, waiting for enough of them to stop looking like coincidence. She had en

ELLIOTThe report from his own security team landed on a Monday morning, buried in a routine weekly summary that Elliot almost let Ryan filter before deciding to read it himself.He was glad he had. Third item from the bottom: flagged meeting between Marcus Sinclair and an unknown individual outside a building on Cannon Street, cross-referenced to a known press contact. Follow-up identified the unknown individual as Jessica Chen, investigative journalist.So Kieran had been right. He'd known weeks ago — the vendor threat report with its careful language had told him someone had connected the dots — but this was his team's independent confirmation. Marcus had been using the journalist as a weapon, and now Elliot had both Kieran's file and his own team's evidence pointing at the same thing.He didn't call Kieran. He wanted the full picture first — all the pieces, every thread, before he moved. Moving without the full picture on Marcus would be worse than not moving at all. His uncle had

Twenty-three weeks.He'd been counting every single day like someone crossing off a prison sentence, except it wasn't a prison sentence, it was something else entirely, something he didn't have clean words for yet. One more week and both of them crossed the viability threshold. One more week and the word survive stopped being theoretical.He kept that number close. It was the only thing getting him out of bed some mornings.The strangest thing had been happening to his body the last ten days or so. The bond pain that constant low-level ache he'd been managing for months, the thing that sat behind his sternum like a bruise that never fully healed had shifted. Not gone. He was careful not to tell himself gone, because he'd learned the hard way what happened when he believed his body's good days too much. But muted. Softer around the edges. Like something had stepped between him and it.Dr. Chen had explained it at his last check-in. The pregnancy was producing its own hormonal weight no

He'd been counting down to this appointment for two weeks.Twenty-four weeks. The threshold. The number Dr. Chen had mentioned back in the beginning — almost cautiously, like she didn't want him to lean on it too hard — as the point at which the probability picture changed. Where the word viable stopped meaning possible and started meaning likely.He sat in the car outside the clinic for ten minutes before going in. He didn't know what to do with the specific kind of nervous he was feeling, because it wasn't the bad kind of nervous exactly, it was more like the feeling right before something happened that you'd been holding your breath for so long you'd forgotten you were holding it.Maya squeezed his arm when they went through the door. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to.✦ ✦ ✦Dr. Chen did the scan without a lot of preamble, which was how she did everything. Twin A first, then B. Measurements. Heartbeats. The positioning that had been concerning three weeks ago — slightly imp