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o the calm of the Cook estate. Morran Oscar moved through the chaotic dance o

ul planning. Punctuality was more than simply kindness, it was a means of self-prese

th Cooks. The name alone held weight, signaling gr

ith sensationalist media, but the broad strokes of corporate spyin

fe seemed to be limited to the big,

"A challenging environment," the recruiter had said, her

or caution is important. Morran understood "discretion." She knew th

isk. For years, she had worked in calm, important ro

only financial security but also a full escape from t

n, provided just that. A chance to vanish into purpose and dit

lla, the kid. "A tender kid. Situational factors have

tified sensitive kids, those whose quiet struggles

heritage of loss and painful choices. But it was also the source of her understanding, th

dark and frightening, covered with complicated, almost dangerous patterns. A strong security gua

morning. I am Morran Oscar. I have

looking for something, a sign or a secret reason. Morran returned his look gently, her face calm. She

and the huge gates slid forward with a deep, mechanical m

wing from behind a screen of old trees. The home was big, a sign of wealth, yet it also radiated a feeling o

already there. She took a deep breath, fixed her basic, beautiful d

extra copies of her CV and accomplishments. She

ir opened the mansion's huge oak doors. "Miss Os

le of polished marble and quiet echoes. The quiet was nearly

d lives lived in silent despair. Morran had a quick and instinctual

scared to upset the general silence. "Mr. Hayes, his legal counsel,

he followed the cleaner down a long hallway, past beautiful pictures and sparkling antique furnitur

car. Mr. Cook likes things to be "just so." She offered a small, almost impe

talks in the study, with deep, male tones. She focused o

ce. A chance to assist a kid in ser

filtered light. The air was filled with the aroma of ancie

threatening than she imagined. His black suit appeared to highlight

ing into hers. His look was raw, almost aggressive, and filled with a physical dis

ht eyes fixed on her. Mrs. Gable, the maid, waited silently at the do

, and cold. "Please, sit." He pointed to the chair opp

d gently. She faced Kinneth Cook's sharp look full on, unwilling to flinch or be scared. She noticed

le but clear, showing nothing of the silent expect

amiliar shiver as Kinneth Cook stared at her, his eyes hard and

his stare seemed to enter her carefully kept poise

silent and almost unnoticeable. She recognized in him a terrible loneliness that ref

handling a child's emotional needs or ensuring a new start. It was about something considerably more involved,

CV, his face unyielding, Morran realized that sometimes a new begi

nneth Cook stated sharply, breaking the quiet. "My daughter, Gabriella, fits the description. What prep

emands, a raw desperation hidden behind his cool veneer. She knew it wasn't simply an int