The silent master

f glass and humming servers at the heart of the esta

He didn't look up as Jax entered. He was typing with a rhythmic, frant

manded. He didn't

. He remained standing, his arms crossed over his chest, his pre

ence is a luxury you've forfeited. If I tell you to sit, you find a way to lower your center of gravity. However..." He leaned back, hi

air, and a holographic display

re my shadow, but you are a silent one. You do not speak to my guests, my board, o

ard it ached. "You want a

eep in the suite connected to mine. If I have a nightmare, if I have an idea at 3:00 AM, if I req

butler," Jax spat. "And I'

r someone so fragile-looking. He stopped inches from Jax. The top of his head barely reached Jax's

'whatever.' Rule three: Physical boundaries. You do not touch me. Not to guide me through a crowd, not

tremor in Elias's fingers, hidden in the folds of his sweater. T

od," Jax g

t I've laid out for you. You will stand exactly two paces behind my left shoulder. You will look i

sed to exist. "Dismissed. Go find the kitchen. You look like you requir

m. He made it halfway down the hallway before he slammed his fist into the r

eovers in Manhattan. But standing two paces behind

be the hardest mi