2025-08-01 22:46:16Tyler turned a confused expression to Ashley Belarnt, his supervisor’s boss. The young lady flushed lightly, adjusting her weight against the desk as she wrapped slender arms around herself.
Tyler almost closed his eyes.
“I…I should get back…to Raymond, if…if…there’s nothing else,” he stammered again, but he did not move. Instead, he leaned back in the chair, as if afraid she would touch him.
Ashley sighed heavily, shaking her head slowly as she shifted her gaze from Tyler, her cheeks reddening.
“Raymond’s on assignment. I need you to report to me for the rest of the week,” she said gently, almost apologetically.
“Wha–” Tyler stuttered, but was interrupted.
“There’s no need to disturb yourself with direct reporting, Ashley! We can take the information for you,” Adrian, the blonde assistant called out, a bit too loudly.
Finally speaking as he tore his eyes from the bespectacled man whose physique looked like it belonged to an athlete or even a soldier, someone who worked with their body to hone it into a machine.
“He’s right, Ash,” Brandon, the dark-haired one, concurred, also too loudly as he eyed the tanned fellow who often hooded his eyes, wore horn-rimmed glasses when a simple operation could have solved whatever vision issues he had, slouched when he stood or sat, but somehow, managed to move like a tiger.
Both younger men were also red-faced at this point, but for a far different reason than their boss.
Tyler stared at his knees, shoulders hunched, face pale.
The three people in Ashley’s office were all younger than Tyler.
At twenty-eight, Tyler was one of the older people on Ashley’s floor, where most staff were twenty-five or under.
The young heiress had taken up her role at the age of twenty and had wanted people she could ‘relate’ to.
She had been working hard for four years, and her staff had grown with her.
Lord Belarnt, however, had ensured that a few older, more experienced people were on hand to help them keep things on track.
People like Tyler.
“Come on, Adrian, Brandon, there’s no need for all that,” Ashley chided her assistants, turning a soft, yet stern gaze to them.
“We’re all like family here. You’re making Tyler nervous!” she admonished them, her anti-clockwise stare causing her skirt to draw up higher on her left thigh.
Tyler held his breath.
Ashley exhaled again and stood. She stepped to Tyler’s side, placing a hand on his shoulder. Tyler could hear the grating of Adrian’s and Brandon’s teeth.
Now, he closed his eyes.
Babies!
She’s your boss, not your fucking girlfriend!
What’s all the attitude for?
Stupid brats!
He inhaled a flowery, musky perfume and knew Ashley was taking advantage of Tyler Varsen again.
Her fingers were on his shirt buttons – under his tie – her shoulder was at his cheek, her breast was almost grazing his chin.
Tyler Varsen jolted lightly and turned his pale face away, not too much, otherwise, he would graze her, which was what she wanted, but Tyler Esteil was not ready to leave Raymond. Not yet.
He needed the diligent supervisor of mining explorations to keep pushing Tyler Varsen to do work the supervisor found too laborious.
Work Varsen sometimes suggested himself, allowing the young Raymond to run around as he pleased on his personal pursuits.
“You don’t need to worry, I’m confident in your abilities. Raymond needs to do some work himself, or you’ll never get any rest,” she murmured, her voice too husky for the environment.
Esteil wanted to stand. Varsen sank lower into his chair, struggling to remain upright, to not fold into himself.
“Ashley!” a deep voice rumbled, the annoyance of the owner clear.
The heiress jumped, her hand dropping off Tyler’s broad chest.
She straightened her skirt, rubbing her palms on the front, exactly how Varsen had done on his trousers not five minutes earlier.
Esteil exhaled mentally.
Varsen was frozen in place.
“Dad!” Ashley called out nervously, “When did you get here?”
“You! Out!” Lord Belarnt, the second wealthiest man in Ashrone, bellowed.
Varsen did not try to confirm who Lord Belarnt was speaking to.
He rose quickly, and, without glancing up, slid out of Ashley Belarnt’s office as her father shot very choice words at his second daughter and heir, as she hung her head, biting her lower lip, while her hooded eyes followed the wide back and strong arms of the private and sensitive Tyler Varsen.
Adrian’s and Brandon’s eyes followed as well. They had been there the first day the slightly distracted, soft spoken, inspector who was built like a sleek jungle cat with pumped up muscles, had walked into this very office to give a report.
And every day after when the quiet, careful mine inspector had come in more frequently and stayed longer, until the day he walked in and left with a promotion letter and a reassignment notice.
They were nervous, but for a very different reason.
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Tyler headed back down to this office.
“Hey, Raymond! How are you?!” he called out cheerfully as he answered his desk phone, reading the caller ID.
“Tyler! Where the fuck have you been?!” Raymond, his supervisor, shot back at him.
“I went to Brighton…I told you about it. You said I should take the –”
“I know what I said Ty! But you stayed too long! Why didn’t you call me or something?” Raymond demanded.
Tyler rolled his eyes as he gazed out of the 37th floor of the Belarnt skyscraper, one of the most beloved, iconic landmarks in Salvena City.
It was a cloudy day, and there was dense fog in the city. ‘Fog,’ but it had nothing to do with the weather.
It was the mines. The gems were reacting to the exposure from the atmosphere.
It happened occasionally, but never with any rhyme or reason.
Some said it was nitrates in the air, others said it was oxygen.
The health inspectors were on the job. They would clear it within the hour.
Tyler stared, mesmerized by the power of the gems beneath the city.
He could feel them, pulsing in his veins, even right now, from the 37th floor of the 55-floor skyscraper.
Some days, it gave him headaches; other days, it soothed him, helped him remember why he loved being alive.
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Chapter 99
“What are you doing with Lord Kramer’s photo?”“Hmmm?”“What are you doing?”“Which Lord Kramer, Father?” Anton Voltera droned to his father as he sat at his computer screen, adjusting the close-up shot, high-resolution photo he had been playing with for over three hours.Maricius approached his son’s chair.He had come to his favorite child’s office at Voltera Enterprises to get an update on his visit with the Kramer servant.He had walked in, without knocking, the boy had not acknowledged him, so he had walked around his large, yet minimalistic, designed desk to see what had engrossed his son to such a degree.“Lord Henry,” the elder Voltera remarked.Anton’s head snapped up even as the boy remained seated.“It is, right?!” he exclaimed, his grey eyes bright.His son was not one for exclamations. Maricius’ eyes narrowed at the boy. He glanced back at the screen and stared at the light blue eyes, which were the o
Chapter 98
Tyler’s eyes drifted to Emily’s, and she held his gaze. A moment later, his hand dropped, and he glanced away from her, back to the city.Emily stayed where she was and shook his chair.He turned back to her, slowly, like his body was too heavy for him, like he was underwater.“What have you done?” she asked patiently, her voice calm as she repeated her initial question.“I helped Raymond.”“How?”“Magic.”“Why?”“I owe him.”“What did you give him?”“An earring, of a sort.”“I didn’t see one.”“You won’t. No one will.”“Why?”“To heal his body.”Unlike Ashley, Emily knew full well the limitations of a hospital on some matters.She held Tyler’s gaze.“Will he wake up?”“Maybe.”“Do you think he’ll wake up?”“Yes.”“Why?”“He’s a strong kid. A strong mind. A focused drive. Passionate. He loves life. Loves living. He should wake up.
Chapter 97
While Tyler was being grilled by Ashley Belarnt, Lord Henry Kramer was searching for an old servant. His people drove to one of the servants’ estates used by the nobles’ retired staff.It was rare for any former masters to visit their past servants, but as soon as Lord Kramer’s vehicle reached the property line, every living former servant of the Kramer Estate got the information.He went directly to the administration office, which was equivalent to the town hall premises, and met the curator of the property.There were sixty houses on the grounds and thirty apartment complexes. The estate, like all the others, was a community unto itself.Most of the residents were over the age of fifty, but many had relatives who stayed with them; as such, there were people of all ages and walks of life on the grounds.By the time Henry was greeted by the curator, the chief administrator of the estate, and had been seated, fifteen of the oldest Kramer servants w
Chapter 96
Tyler had woken last night, after over forty hours of sleep. He had taken a potion to help him move, despite all his wounds and pain, despite knowing what the reaction would be in the morning, and had turned down the strength of his black rock clock.Limiting its range to twenty feet and activating a cloaking spell once he got out of range.He went to Raymond’s room. A private one on the topmost floor of the hospital.Tyler’s floor was in the middle of the hospital building, ensuring that if anything happened at his location, the entire structure would suffer for it.He stared at the boy who was in a body cast and had been unconscious for over four weeks. He had gotten all the information from his men about the boy’s injuries.He had been beaten, with magic fully involved, breaking bones, damaging nerves, and rupturing organs.A weaker person, physically, would have died.Whether it was intentional or by accident that the boy was stil
Chapter 95
“How did that bastard get into my Tower?” Lord Ashton Belarnt rumbled.“I,” Raymond grunted, “I approved it,” he replied hoarsely, facing his uncle, even as he hung suspended, he held his uncle’s gaze.“How did he rise so fast through the ranks?” Lord Ashton rumbled. “He was under you, yet of all your staff, you kept him in your office. Directly. How did that happen?”“I pushed for it,” Raymond rasped, not using more words than necessary to end his torture.“How, then, in the name of every fucking sage there is, did that nobody get the free hand and access he got to our oldest contracts and locations within months of his arrival? Something reserved for the most senior officials?”“I allowed it. He was useful. I used him,” Raymond croaked, forcing his voice to come out loud and clear.No matter the question from his uncle, Raymond accepted the blame. More than once, he heard the only female of the group gasp, but she remained silent. Ashley B
Chapter 94
When Raymond woke, he was in a stone room. No windows, low ceiling, thick door. A dungeon.He almost laughed, but his face wouldn’t move. His cheekbone was broken, his jaw shattered. The pain was the only thing that let him know he wasn’t asleep or hallucinating.For two days, he was left there, alone. No food, no water, no company.In his silent prison, he kept his mind as light as he could, focusing on little things, like how the space wasn’t dark. Gems in the wall and ceiling lit up the room.He was also glad it was dry, as he knew much about the Belarnt private cells; every noble family, at least, everyone at the very top of nobility, had such things, and he knew how bad the Belarnt ones could get.The Belarnt’s, miners by trade and profession, had very special cells. Old, former mines. Places no one would ever go, or simply stumble into. Places where, if they liked, the gatekeeper could forget their prisoner and have no need to make burial arr
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