Rachel POV
I sat in the lush courtyard grass, my laptop open and textbooks scattered around me. The soft breeze and the sound of Leo’s laughter made a perfect, peaceful backdrop for studying.
Across the lawn, Leo was in his element, giggling uncontrollably as he chased two of Damien’s guards. The large, intimidating men were putting on a spectacularly bad performance of losing every race, letting the small boy climb onto their backs as they stood perfectly still, pretending to be defeated monsters.
I couldn't help but smile.
The scene was interrupted when Mr. Vance appeared at the large front door, his posture as composed as ever.
“Gentlemen,” he said calmly. “The Boss needs you on rotation.”
Immediately, the guards straightened. One gently lowered a pouting Leo onto the grass.
“No…
