Ezekiel Mondragon

Sabrina drove her car downtown to Mondragon Palace. The guards from her grandfather's own army open the gate for her. She saw the high security around. She noticed everything. Something was wrong all of these years. Her grandfather has been protected with two dozen of men, what was he hiding?

She notice every detail and start brainstorming like Sherlock Holmes would do. But she's not a sociopath—or maybe she was a high functioning sociopath. The old butler Eugene Kinsley greet her warmly. She smile at him.

"How are you, Eugene?"

"Lady Brina, it's been a while. Your grandfather is waiting in his study. Any request?"

"Chamomile tea please."

"Got it."

She knock on the door and then open it when she heard the old man's voice. She open the door and was surprise that her grandfather looks healthy and like he hasn't aged from the last time she saw him.

"Sweetheart!" The old man looks younger as he smile and stand up.