Nina takes a deep breath before entering. She was going to be face to face with her after so many years. She might just have to control herself from not choking her to death. She opens the door to find her smiling at Nina. Patricia Williamson.

"Welcome Home Nina. It's so nice to have you here." Patricia says grinning.

"This is not home." Nina scoffs at her. Calling this shithole of a place as home?

"It is when your whole family is here."

"My only family is my sister, whom you have kidnapped." She snaps.

"And you abandoned your own family, huh?" That question struck like a knife to Nina's heart but she did not show it on her face.

"Why find me now? After all these years?" she asks.

"Nina, Nina, you are as naïve as your mother. We always knew where you were. But this was the right time to have you close."

"Don't you dare talk about my mother with that filthy mouth of yours!" Nina bangs her fist on the table.

"Listen," Patricia says irritatingly, "I have a lot of work to do so I don't have the time to play this emotional drama with you. The elections are coming up and we are just tying up our loose ends, making sure your dad wins. You and your sister will be kept in Sky Villa and a personal bodyguard has been appointed for you both. The rules are simple. Stay low and you will be allowed to take your sister out of here after the elections. Is it clear?"

"Why a personal bodyguard? I can take care of us. We don't need one. We will silently leave the country." Nina argues.

"You think I will let you go that easy? These are presidential elections and I can't take the risk. So stay low if you want Mara to be safe and healthy." Patricia warns her.

"Don't you dare touch her." Nina shouts.

"That's all you can do. Just empty threats." She turns and sits on her chair, "The guy you saw with Alphie, he will be your bodyguard, so you better behave. You are dismissed." And turns back to her work.

Patricia was right. She could do nothing but give empty threats. She had no support. But this bodyguard thing was pissing her off. I can protect my little sister. I am well trained.

She storms out of the office and was face to face with Alphie and 'the bodyguard'.

"How did it go?" Alphie asks with concern.

"Keep this man away from me and my sister." Nina points at Fabian and storms out of there. Fabian just looks at Alphie with a confused expression but he assures that everything will be okay.

They enter the office but Alphie leaves them so they could talk alone. Patricia turns around to see a smart man, all suited up.

"Hmm...Nice suit. Hello. My name is Patricia Williamson." She puts her hand forward.

"My name is Fabian Rutter." He hesitantly shakes her hand.

"I see you finally agreed to accept the job offer. We are glad that you did." She turns to sit on the chair, "You must think that even if I own this huge company that provides security, I am hiring someone else's services, am I right?"

Fabian nods. She continues, "This is the reason why I chose you. You see, out of all the candidates, you were the only one who asked this question. Everyone else just wanted the job as it gives them an incredible salary and a tag that they work at the esteemed 'Williamson Securities'. But you, I knew you were different."

"Alphie said you knew that I used to work in Iran Special Forces. You also know that I am a deserter. Then how are you willing to give me a job and take the risk?" Fabian questions.

"As I said, you are very smart. I know where you are from and that is one parameter which helped me decide to offer you the job. I also know that you are a deserter, but that is none of my business. It is your personal life and I don't want to dwell on it. As for the risk I am taking, that is my thing to look after; you don't have to bother about it." She goes through some papers and continues, "I hope Alphie has told you what is to be done?"

"Yes, I have to protect a girl and keep her hidden."

"Not a girl, its girls. There are two of them. Nina and Mara. Although Nina doesn't need much protection, you just have to keep an eye on her. She is...what you say...a hypersensitive child. Are there any more questions?" she looks at him.

Fabian wants to ask more about what her relationship is with the girls but decides not to. Why get himself involved in something unnecessary? He nods his head instead.

"Good. I know it shouldn't be that difficult for you. You get to have a job and earn money; you just have to stay hidden and protect them. Only until the elections are over. That is for 3 months."

Fabian nods in answer.

"I'll take that as your yes for the job." She signals Alphie to come in through the telephone. "Alphie, give Mr. Fabian the castle's card." She then turns to him, "You can use this card to come and meet me here anytime you want. But remember, only a few people are given this opportunity, so don't disappoint me."

Fabian nods and gets up. He bows and leaves with Alphie. Alphie pats his back and tells him to loosen up. He was officially now a member of the Williamson Castle.

"What is so special about it? Why do you all talk about it as if it is something very big? It all seems so average to me." Fabian remarks looking around the 'so-called castle'. They were still on the 39th floor as Alphie had to take some documents. It all looked very simple to Fabian.

"You will see when you find out what it is meant for." Alphie says without looking at him. "Come let's go home." He presses the elevator button. The door opens and they see an old man with a tired expression. Alphie bows when he sees him and Fabian does the same. The old man pats on his back to signal him to get up.

"Is this him?" the old man asks pointing at Fabian.

"Yes, sir." Alphie replies, "Meet Fabian Rutter. A former member of the Iran Special Forces. Fabian, meet Mr. Jerome Williamson, the running candidate for the presidential elections and husband of Mrs. Patricia Williamson."

Fabian bows again but Jerome holds his shoulders firmly and says in a pleading tone, "Please take care of my daughters. I am trusting you with them."

"He sure will sir. Ma'am is waiting for you inside." Alphie answers.

Jerome takes a sigh and pats on Fabian's back. They bow again as he turns to go to the office.

"Daughter? Williamson and Martin? This doesn't fit the puzzle." Fabian asks Alphie as they enter the elevator.

"Don't ask questions now Fabian. You have plenty of time. You will get your answers." He presses the ground floor button. "Tomorrow I will take you to the place of your work. Be ready at 8 AM sharp. Also, pack your bags. You will move from that apartment."

Fabian nods. He was going to start a new life. But he could not describe how he was feeling. It was a mix of excitement, confusion, and suspicion. Maybe he should have waited before he accepted the job.