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Eric nodded in agreement and lazily scratched his scalp.

“So, here’s the deal: I’ll ask to have you appointed as my assistant, but on one condition.”

“What’s that?” Eric looked at me hopefully.

“You quit drinking and keep your mouth shut tight.”

“Agreed,” my friend replied without hesitation.

“What else does Sabrina know besides the fact that we’re hiding ‘something ’?”

A stifling silence filled the room.

“Nothing,” Eric said uncertainly.

“Well, I hope we’ll find out soon. The sooner, the better.”

There was a soft knock on the door.

“What!” Eric croaked.

“Are you two coming for lunch or not?” Sabrina asked, entering the room.

“Eavesdropping is very, very, very naughty, miss,” Eric said slowly and cautiously.

“Coming home drunk in the wee hours isn’t very nice either! And I wasn’t eavesdropping. I don’t have that habit. Go eat,” Sabrina turned around haughtily and slammed the door shut, causing Eric to clutch his head.

The 'Guardian' Order

Mr. Wallis sat in a large leather armchair behind a huge antique Victorian era writing desk propping his chin with his hands. His stern, wise gaze was fixed on the window. The Chief Guardian of the Guardian Order, always cheerful and lively, was in a terrible mood today. In his right hand, he tightly gripped a letter that had been delivered at four in the morning and labeled “URGENT.” The information it contained prompted him to immediately convene an emergency meeting of some members of the Order.

Mr. Wallis shifted his gaze to the gray London sky and sighed heavily.

“Well, it seems storms are inevitable,” he muttered heavily, setting the letter aside.

He looked at the numerous photographs in gilded frames on the desk, pausing to study each one of them. Two nine-year-old boys, a dark-haired girl with cornflower-blue eyes, Mr. Wallis himself, and his best friend – Alex Venters. How long ago was that? The Venters family had been living in London then. Mr. Wallis ran his finger over the figure of the little girl standing next to her grandfather in the photograph. Her eyes were not those of a typical child; more serious. He remembered how she had laughed and rejoiced when Mr. Wallis had pushed her on the swings. And yet, he had once been vehemently against his best friend adopting her.