Clean Anonymity

Leon stepped out of the security room and walked briskly toward the door. The head of his security was following him out of the room, a serious look on his face. Leon didn't stop, motioning for the man to continue. They made their way into the garden, the sound of their footsteps soft on the path. They stopped in a quiet corner, away from the house.

"Did they get him?" Leon asked, his voice sharp.

The head of security nodded toward the driveway. "He's in the car. Looks like he's just a delivery man. Claims he doesn't know who sent the flowers."

"Bring him here," Leon ordered.

Moments later, two guards escorted a man toward Leon. The man was in his late twenties, with a similar build to Damien—tall, with broad shoulders. He wore a bulky jacket and a cap pulled low, obscuring most of his face, but from the side, Leon could tell there was a resemblance.

"Did you deliver the flowers?" Leon asked, his tone cutting through the quiet night air.