(Ayra's POV)
The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped into the office, my heels clicking softly against the marble floor.
The familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee mixed with expensive cologne and printer ink greeted me, yet I felt strangely out of place today.
My mind was still reeling from my meeting with Garry.
I still couldn't believe it.
Steven—the quiet, unassuming Steven from the IT department—was Garry's son.
He had been right under my nose all this time, working quietly, blending into the background like just another tech intern.
But he wasn't.
He was the son of the man who had been my father's most trusted bodyguard. A man who had spent his life protecting my family.
And he had kept his identity hidden.
Why?
That question nagged at me as I strode toward my office.
I had seen countless people use their connections to climb the corporate ladder, yet Steven had chosen to remain in the shadows.
