The president's secretary gave Tracy a small, respectful nod, his normally composed expression softening with a touch of gratitude.
“Ms. Tracy, there's no need to thank me. We’re just fulfilling our duties. But more importantly…”—his gaze flickered over to Bryan, his face taking on an expression of deep respect—“we owe Bryan a debt.”
Tracy’s brows knitted in confusion as she glanced between them, a mixture of surprise and curiosity lighting her face. "A debt? I don’t understand. Why would you…?" She hesitated, visibly taken aback. "Why would you personally come here for us?"
The secretary held her gaze, his eyes sincere and unwavering. "Years ago, Bryan stepped in when I faced a dangerous situation. He saved my life without hesitation, and I never forgot that day." He turned fully to Br
