He nodded.
Noah didn’t ask for money.
He didn’t ask for anything.
Just a chance.
They arranged for him to visit their home—a sleek, glass-walled penthouse overlooking the city. Security was tight. Ethan wasn’t reckless.
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But when Noah stepped inside that first day—cleaned up, hair combed, standing awkwardly on polished floors that didn’t belong to his world—the air itself seemed to shift.
He carried no equipment.
No credentials.
Just a small, battered Bluetooth speaker… and quiet confidence.
The first session confused Ethan completely.
Noah didn’t ask Lily to stand.
Didn’t push her.
Didn’t test her strength.
