At the top floor of the Obsidian Peak building, Ares stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, the city sprawling beneath him in glass and steel.
Lara's calm and precise voice still lingered faintly through the speaker. Not the flustered questions of a careless nanny.
He didn't answer immediately. He was still baffled by how an amnesiac person could demand such information; he himself had not given it to Shay's previous nannies.
Across the room, Jack paused at the doorway, sensing the silence stretch longer than usual.
It was an odd set of concerns for a childcare worker. But they were the right ones.
Not once had she sounded afraid. Only confident and prepared.
"I'll send you their photos," Ares said at last. "You'll be able to recognize every guard assigned to her."
He ended the call. Then he picked up his phone and opened the security app.
The LED wall mounted across his desk flickered to life, splitting into several live feeds.
