Chapter 28:

Blizzard Project, the project developed and created by the industries Zackharov for the welfare of the city. The purpose of this project is to alert Damocles as the company in case of seeing threats, all of this in real time, a monitoring network with monstrous pressure. It may not have been public knowledge at that time, but the representatives of the city of Maverick and Claython were already aware of it and, according to them, it was better not to make it public because it could create panic.

Just now the young tycoon was being accompanied by two agents from the Damocles organization, said corporation in charge of stabilizing the peace of Maverick and all of Oslap.

The boy was serious because he never believed that high-ranking agents would decide to discuss the matter in public and not in an office to maintain confidentiality.

"I would like the young agents Hiyori Wentworth and Persefone Amaury not to be in charge of this project. If the world finds out they will be exposed. The man mentioned something with a serious look.

"Sorry, I can't revoke them. The young albino denied without thinking.

Wentworth was surprised by this answer.

—They are your age, you just faced the press. They could go through the same thing. —

"I'm not saying I don't have compassion for them, Mr. Wentworth, but I don't want to let their own parents and leaders get in the way of their advances, either." I had to face my obstacles which in time will be much stronger than me, therefore, I will not let young people my age have to be considered unfit for their purpose. —

Wentworth would narrow his eyes because he had been slightly annoyed by the albino's response.

—My partner has gone a little too far on this topic, I'm sorry, Young Winter. We are concerned because of what happened with the march and because everything is calm these days that we couldn't help but think about the well-being of our children. I hope and can understand the situation. Amaury defended with that insensitive look.

At first glance one could misunderstand the older's words but somehow Winter knew what he wanted to reflect. It was a concern of a father of a family and not of a boss for his agent, Winter would sigh and see the adults with a little more softness.

—I cannot revoke them, they have shown me that they can carry out the work with ease. And it was part of the clause of the deal I made with them, if they were to change me for another relative of my family, they would continue in the position, I can't revoke them to give you the position, that was part of the deal. They can remain as your workers but they will not be able to have that power that they are used to having, if you raised them you must understand that they know how to have a good mantle to command. —

The albino accepted Nestor as his guardian but sometimes he had a hard time accepting that the taller one cared about him, sometimes he even had arguments with him but it was all because they had to keep up the appearances of a son who lost his father, he had to lie despite not understanding more deeply the word "Father".

That afternoon, Winter would finish the meeting and go down the sidewalk towards her house, the streets still looked peaceful as when she had arrived but sometimes appearances were not everything, Winter knew exactly who hated humans and who hated humans. geniuses

Not everything was as it was thought from the beginning, everything was so painted, so highlighted, so careful as if it were a painting. Sometimes he felt it was better to get back to the old way, long before countries changed their names to Nations, long before Russia was renamed Tyrion and Japan changed its name to Oslap.

A world where only humans dominated and the other remained in the shadows. Winter didn't want to admit that the human who had offended the platinum knight was right, he just didn't want to and how could he say no or yes when he was in the eye of the media hurricane 24 hours a day.

The albino had barely arrived home when a call would make his cell phone vibrate, the boy would take out his cell phone by leaving things on the coffee table and then see that the number was unknown, nobody knew the number except for the school and Nestor for what he decided to answer.

'You seem to have enjoyed your calm, young Zackharov. —

- Who are you and what do you want? Winter questioned seriously.

"Wow, you don't sound like you're scared. I'll assume you expected my call so it will make my goal easier. —

- Goal? What are you talking about? —

Winter went to her computer to try to trace the number but the other's next words caused her to freeze as soon as she pressed the device's power button.

"You won't be able to track my number all at once, I'm warning you, but if you want to, go ahead, Murder." —

The silence would be present, Winter would shudder, her eyes contracted, her fingers became colder and her lips began to tremble with doubt.

"Somebody wants to play with you, a very extreme game, one where many lives will be in danger." The hooded man has to follow the rules or else every victim of the different games will die, why am I telling you this? Well, I found it interesting to see how you winced while looking at the computer. —

Winter would look ahead, she would look at her window but it didn't show a building ahead, it was just woods that didn't even reach the height of the tenth floor. The albino's eyes showed concern, if it wasn't for the trees, then it must be a camera so he looked at his laptop.

"Ding ding ding, since you found me. I'll let you plan your ideas. I hope to see you in the game, I will look forward to it. —

The beep of the hung call was heard and he did not react, his face had completely darkened so that in a fit of anger he would throw the computer.

- Shit! — The young man exclaimed.

His hands had clenched until breaking the phone he had in one of them, his eyes, those unevenly colored eyeballs let dwell that rage, that anger, that bitter disgust at being discovered by a stranger. At that moment he couldn't make a mistake, much less act in the current situation , so he would decide to wait for Nestor to find out who the mysterious contact was.

In a clinic, a broad-shouldered man was with a sweet woman with brown hair with platinum streaks.

—Nestor, isn't your boss going to scold you for not coming back? —

"He gave me permission to be absent today, since he was able to request another bodyguard. —

"I see, he must be a very nice boss." —

—He is, although he is too rebellious and responsive at his young age. —

"It's a boy, dear. Children are always like that. The important thing is to be there for the children, we must support them regardless of the circumstances because they are more fragile than we are used to seeing. —

Nestor would remain silent because he remembered the albino's crystalline eyes.

"Nestor, darling." Your boss won't scold you for not coming back to work? - The wife of the eldest repeated so that he would put on a sad and smiling face at the same time.

The minotaur loved his wife but it also felt like it broke his heart to know that Alzheimer's caused his efforts to show his love to his beautiful lady to be erased at certain times.

Nestor's wife always received him with open arms and a loving smile that made the minotaur shiver with sweetness.

The appointment at the clinic would end in a passionate kiss and then he stroked her hair to let his wife sleep on the stretcher and meet with the ward nurse.

— How has she been these days? —

—Your wife has been very well, sometimes she looked worried and other times she looked tormented but nothing to worry about. —

Taras felt relieved and at the same time worried about what he would think about coming more often or at least on weekends. When he left the clinic he would go to Winter's apartment, the road was very quiet and calm, the streets were lightly traveled by the cars that came and went during the night.

He had stopped to buy at a convivial store that was passing through, he had bought a couple of energy drinks from the albino because that way he could extort the boy to order his books or go to bed to rest but what I do not expect it was to find a boy with porcelain skin and curly hair, a small and fragile Blonger; Akemi Quill. His gaze seemed lost, he had cut wounds and bruises on his face, so Nestor would not hesitate to help him avoid falling to the ground. Akemi would fall into the older man's arms while muttering "sorry", Taras didn't know what had happened but the child's condition was serious so he would decide to take him to the hospital.

Winter would arrive at the hospital because Nestor had explained that he would be late, something that the albino boy would worry about.

- Where is? Winter asked concerned.

"The doctors took him to a room to stabilize him. Taras answered without seeing his boss.

Taras was more attentive with the nurses than with his own boss so Winter was worried about him.

"Nestor, calm down. Let the doctors do their job. —

The bodyguard would look at the young albino, he showed deep concern and sadness, he felt a serious pressure on his chest but he had to obey Winter's words, he had to stay calm. The hours passed and the doctors did not come to the waiting room where they were.

Nestor's patience was in decline and the albino just waited in silence with his arms and legs crossed, when everything was not going as they wanted a subject equal to Akemi but taller and with blue hair would make an appearance at the hospital, it was Damian Quill; Akemi's older brother didn't look very happy.