"Two weeks have barely passed since Jonathon Branton, Owner and CEO of Helios Corporation, announced that he favored his youngest child, Layna Branton as the next CEO of the company. Most people are concerned, not knowing that the Branton family even had a third child," The news reporter started on their top story for the day, though it was the same story that had been running for at least a week now. Jonthan Branton had gone on a late night show to talk about some upcoming products in the market, and ended up in a conversation about what would happen when he retired. It only took a day for the news to spread, everyone knew that this mysterious Layna Branton was at the top of Jonathan's list for CEO.

"After that people had been stationed outside of the Branton's estate for an entire week, trying to catch even a glimpse of this new face that was seemingly impossible to catch." The reporter continued. That weekend had been the day of the attack. Layna had been out in the gardens by herself, enjoying the fresh air when she was attacked with a knife and left to bleed. Her brother, Felix, had been the first to find her and rushed her to the hospital. There actually had been news and paparazzi that had gotten pictures of her bleeding out and being carried by her brother. Anyone that tried to get the images published suddenly disappeared. Anyone that knew what had happened was now afraid to speak, knowing full well that they would disappear too.

The girl sat there in her large bedroom watching the news report. She knew what happened next, after she was able to get on her feet again, she had to go to a press conference and explain that just because she was at the top of her father's list didn't mean she was actually going to become the next CEO, her brothers and other employees were still likely candidates. She didn't know why she continued to just sit there and watch, she did have to start getting ready for school. She was going to be late otherwise, and she knew that her father would be angry if she was late on her first day back. Still, she was so reluctant, knowing that everyone in the school now knew she was connected to this celebrity family.

She winced a little as she stood up, her wounds hadn't quite healed completely. She was in good enough condition to go back to school, and that was good enough for her it seemed. She had been the one to insist that she go back to school, that she continue on with however much normalcy she could keep. It took her a little bit to actually get dressed and comb her hair for the day, but once she was ready, she knew that there wasn't much time to sit around and contemplate whether she had made the right decision or not.

She grabbed her bag, that was still pretty much empty, since her father wanted every item that she ever used be inspected for safety reasons. She wasn't sure how she'd be taking notes or doing anything productive when she was basically going to school with nothing, and there was that whole issue that there were still a bunch of reporters waiting at the front gate of the estate. They weren't going to let up until they got their own personal interview with Layna, who had refused to talk to anyone.

There was a morning routine anyone within a line of power falls into and Jonathon Branton was no exception to this rule. However, there is only a single person on this planet who knows the routine of one of the most powerful men in the country. “Sir good morning, your tea.” Adrian Watson said as he carried in a tray with hot tea, a biscuit and the daily newspaper. Setting down the tray on the end table as his master stirred, the maroon color haired man threw open the blinds that overlook the garden in the back of the house. A small sigh left him as he looked over the scenery before giving the slacking gardener the stink eye only to see him jump and suddenly resume his work tending to the garden.

“Adrian.” A voice from the bed spoke and the young man turned around to find the master of the house sitting up in bed reading the paper. “You have been the most loyal person I have ever encountered and the best butler in the world.” To that Adrian smiled and gave him a small bow of gratitude, Jonathon went on. “That being said, I need to ask something else of you, my most faithful employee.”

Adrian placed an open palm against his chest and bowed deeply to his master. “Anything for you master.”

“I need to you move stay with Layna until I find a suitable body guard.”

“Anything but that.” Adrian said raising his head to look at his master only to see him chuckle.

“Adrian, you and I both know you’re the only one fit enough to help Layna through this rough time. She will need the assistance of my finest employee and with your background I know you can do anything and everything to keep my daughter safe.”

“Sir, my talents will be wasted on her….”

“You truly underestimate my daughter,” Jonathon said with a nod, chuckling once more. “In addition, she is the one who will be taking over my business and she will need someone who already knows all the workings to help her. Besides, I will not be taking you with me when I retire; it is best you get to know your new mistress now.” To that Adrian re-lowered his head and nodded, “You will start today, please go tend to your new mistress.”

“Yes sir.” Adrian said, and at that he left his old master’s room and walked down the hallway. From Head Butler to professional babysitter…, a sigh left his fine lips as he pulled his walkie-talkie from his belt and placed a call for someone to bring a car around. After re-clipping it to his belt he arrived at his new young mistress’s room and knocked on the door.

Layna walked over to her window and carefully opened the curtains to see what was going on below. She unfortunately had the room that looked out into the front yard, since Annabelle had fought to make sure the daughter that wasn't hers wasn't given all of the special treatment. She could see the crowd of reporters and camera men set out by the gates, just waiting to pounce. There were a few of the house staff trimming the hedges and making the lawn look perfect, but other than that there wasn't a whole lot going on. That made her feel a little better, knowing that nobody was letting the reporters flood in past the gates, or that there was nobody blocking her from leaving. It felt like things were normal rather than a hectic mess since she decided that she wanted to continue going to her school. She wanted to get her degree after all.

The girl quickly turned when she heard the knock on the door, she knew that she was edging on being late for classes, but she didn't think there'd be anyone that would check that out. She blinked a few times before dropping the curtains back over the window. She slowly walked over to her door and opened it to reveal a familiar face. She wasn't quite sure what to say to her father's butler, she rarely spoke to the man. "H-Hey, Adrian. I was just about to leave for school. Does my father need me?" She greeted, trying not to sound like she was bothered by the sudden appearance. She just really had no idea how to talk to the guy, since it was rare for her to talk to anyone outside her family members. Most of the house staff just avoided her anyway, knowing that she preferred to be alone. The only staff member she talked to on a regular basis was the cook, because she liked learning how to cook things on her own and the cook was known to spoil the girl by letting her taste test the foods.