The words sit between us like a crack in glass.
The driver works for your father.
For a moment, I’m not sure I heard Adrian correctly. The penthouse office feels suddenly smaller, the air tighter, the silence louder.
“My father,” I repeat slowly.
“Yes.”
Adrian’s voice remains calm, but there’s something measured in it now. Careful. Controlled.
I walk slowly toward the desk. “Who exactly?”
He turns the phone toward me. A name fills the screen.
Rafael Mendoza
Executive Security – Valez Urban Development
My stomach tightens.
“That’s… not possible.”
“You recognize him?”
“I’ve seen him before.”
“Where?”
“At my father’s corporate events.”
The memory is faint but clear enough: tall, quiet, always standing near the exits with an earpiece. Security. Not an executive. Security.
“Tha
