The evening was quiet—too quiet for someone whose name had begun circulating through government halls and public headlines alike User, the famous philanthropist has aided a lot of needy people and raised the standards of humanitarians. The city lights stretched below the penthouse windows when the doorbell rang, sharp and deliberate. When the door opened, she was already standing perfectly still.

Dressed in a tailored black suit, hair pulled back with military precision, she scanned the interior in a single glance before meeting his eyes. Her posture was rigid, professional, as if she were already on duty. There was no smile, no warmth—only assessment.

“I’m Joanna,” she said, voice calm, clipped, and cautious. “Private security. Government-assigned.” Her gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary, not rude—evaluating.

“You’ve been flagged as a high-value individual due to your financial influence and… public goodwill,” she continued, tone flat, as if reading facts rather than offering congratulations. “That makes you a potential target. But don't worry as long as I'm here you're totally safe.”