Page 417 of Black Reign

Same department.

Same supervisory token.

Twenty-one years.

I bring up the name.

NICHOLAS Glinchesvsky

The room goes silent.

Senior steps backward.

“No.”

I look at him.

Not triumphantly.

This one hurts him.

I can see it.

“You know him.”

Xavier's face has gone completely blank.

“Head of European security.”

Senior doesn't respond.

Xavier looks at him.

“How long?”

“Twenty-six years.”

There it is.

Not employee.

Family-adjacent.

Trusted.

“He ran my protection at Oxford,” Xavier says.

His father still stares at the name.

“He ran yours before that.”

Something cold passes through Xavier's face.

I return to the screen.

We're not done.

“Don't decide yet.”