SEVENTY TWO

GRAYSON'S POV

My phone buzzed, and I saw Paul's name flash on the screen. I picked up quickly. "Hey, Paul. What's up?"

"Sir, my brother's agreed to meet with you about the job," Paul said, sounding relieved.

"Great. Tell him to bring his résumé and meet me at my office tomorrow," I instructed.

"Yes, sir. He’s looking forward to it," Paul replied before ending the call.

I leaned back in my chair, feeling a mix of anticipation and determination. This was a critical step in ensuring Zenith and Zendaya’s safety. I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that they might still be in danger, and having someone reliable watching over them would bring some peace of mind.

SLYVIA'S POV

After I finished the laundry, I realized it was already getting dark. I headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner, enjoying the brief moment of calm. As I chopped vegetables, my phone rang. Seeing Raymond's name on the screen brought a smile to my face.

"Hey, Raymond," I answered, feeling a wave of relief wash over me.

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