The next day, Dave summoned both his secretary and bodyguard to his office. As they entered, he addressed them with a commanding presence.
"I called you both here for two reasons," Dave began, his tone authoritative yet composed.
His secretary, a Latina woman nad Diana with sleek black hair, and his bodyguard, an Arican man nad Albert, stood attentively. Dave's gaze shifted between them as he prepared to outline his directives.
"First," he said, "I need you both to familiarize yourselves with my new schedule and responsibilities. Everything is going to change with stepping into this new role, and I need you to be on top of every detail."
Diana nodded, her expression professional. "Understood, sir. I'll review all the necessary docunts and make sure everything is organized and up-to-date."
"Second," Dave continued, gesturing toward the figure standing near his desk. "I want to introduce you to Trish."
Trish stood there with her arms crossed, dressed in black jeans, a white top, and a leather jacket. She nodded coolly in their direction.
"She was my secretary before you ca on board, Diana," Dave said smoothly, covering his tracks with a convenient explanation. "My father kept distanced from certain parts of his life, so I had people like Trish helping in the shadows."
Diana and Albert exchanged glances, clearly surprised but respectful. "It's good to et you, Trish," Diana said, extending her hand.
Trish, ever the cool figure, shook her hand briefly. "Likewise," she said, a hint of amusent in her voice as if she enjoyed the hidden layers in Dave's cover story.
"Young master, was she appointed by Sir Jas, or by you?" Albert asked, casting a wary glance at Trish.
"By , of course," Dave replied, eting Albert's gaze.
Albert nodded respectfully but pressed on. "Forgive , young master, but I would like to see her qualifications. Before, it didn't matter much, but now, young master, you are now more than just the son of a billionaire. You now have to take charge of all the companies your father left behind," he explained.
"And for that, you'll need a qualified secretary. To , she looks more like a punk than a professional," Albert remarked, eyeing Trish skeptically.
Trish, however, paid him no mind. To her, his concerns were no more than the buzzing of an insignificant insect.
Dave's eyes narrowed slightly as Albert voiced his concerns. "I appointed her, Albert," Dave said, his tone steady but firm. "Her qualifications are more than enough for what I need. Just because she doesn't fit the typical image of a secretary doesn't an she's not capable."
Albert, though respectful, didn't back down completely. "Young master, I understand that. But with all due respect, handling your father's companies is no small task. The people around you need to be capable, experienced, and—"
"Enough," Dave interrupted, his voice cool but decisive. "I appreciate your concern, but Trish's skills are beyond what you can imagine."
Trish, standing with her arms still crossed, smirked. "A punk, huh?" she echoed, clearly unbothered. "I am like that."
Albert seed a bit taken aback by Trish's confidence, but he didn't say anything further, understanding that Dave's word was final.
Diana, who had been quietly observing the exchange, stepped forward diplomatically. "Albert, I think it's best we trust the young master's judgnt. If Trish is here, there's a reason for it."
Albert gave a small bow. "Of course. Forgive , young master. I just wanted to ensure everything is in the best hands."
Dave relaxed slightly. "It's fine. Just rember, appearances can be deceiving. Now, both of you get back to work. There's a lot to prepare for."
As they left Dave's office, Trish shot him an amused glance. "I like the way you handle things, boss."
Dave shook his head and mumbled, "For a mont, I thought you were going to punch him out. Fortunately, you didn't."
Trish shrugged. "A half Devil like doesn't survive the human world with a bad temper."
Dave nodded in agreent.
***
Outside Dave's office, both Diana and Albert walked silently, their faces turning pensive as they processed what had just happened.
"What do you think of her?" Albert asked, glancing at Diana.
Diana's professional smile faded into a cold, calculating expression. "Investigate her. She might be involved in Sir Jas' death."
"But... I don't think the young master will cooperate," Albert said, his voice tinged with doubt.
"Fury's furious," Diana sighed. "You know he's blaming us because we weren't there when Jas was killed. We can't afford to take any more risks with Dave. If he dies, we're next."
Albert nodded gravely. "Jas Garcia was a generous investor in S.H.I.E.L.D., funding many of Fury's secret projects that he kept away from the World Council's oversight."
"Now that Sir Jas is dead, do you think Dave will be offered a place in S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Albert asked, his tone more curious than cautious.
"He will be," Diana replied firmly, her voice softening slightly. "But the real question is, will he accept?"
The two exchanged a glance before going their separate ways, each consud by their own thoughts as they returned to their respective tasks.
Diana returned to her cabin, her mind heavy with suspicion. She quickly dialed Fury and relayed everything that had transpired with Dave, Trish, and Albert.
"Keep an eye on both of them," Fury's commanding voice ca through the line. Diana nodded, ending the call.
"Trish and Albert... two suspects now," she muttered under her breath. A frown creased her face as she questioned herself, "But is Albert really a traitor?"
Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she recalled a distant mory, the one that defined her loyalty to the Garcias.
It was a cold night, and Diana, barely surviving as a beggar, had been shivering near a trash bin when she felt a sudden warmth drape over her. A coat. Startled, she looked up to see a man with kind eyes smiling down at her.
"How are you, little one?" he asked softly.
She instinctively shrank back, her heart racing. "Don't worry," the man continued, his voice soothing. "I an you no harm." He crouched down to her level, offering his hand. "My na is Jas Garcia. What about you?"
"D-Diana," she whispered, sothing about his presence making her feel safe for the first ti in what seed like forever.
"A beautiful na," Jas said, still smiling. "It's a cold night. How about you co with ?"
He extended his hand, and without hesitation, she took it. The warmth and security she felt in that mont had been overwhelming.
"The best decision of my life," Diana murmured, tears slipping down her cheek as the mory replayed in her mind. "Yet I wasn't there when you needed ," she whispered, staring at her hands, which had once been held in comfort by Jas.
"I swore to protect you, but I failed..." Her voice cracked, but then her eyes hardened as she looked into the mirror in front of her, the reflection staring back was resolute. "But not with your son. I will keep him alive, even if it ans I die in the process."
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