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NY International Airport JFK. 15/05/2012. 10:20.

Robert Lyndon was tired, two weeks of an exhausting trip in the EU and Asia was starting to take a toll on him. Next october, he will be sixty years old and was thinking about retirement now that his daughter was on the board of the label. That wasn't nepotism who pushed him to put his daughter in a director position. He trained her to become his successor all her life so he knew how uniquely qualified she was and the past four years was proof enough of her professionalism.

He was maybe the CEO but he liked to know what was going on in the Lyndon Tower like he was called and what they were thinking about. Amal was uniquely qualified to listen without being noticed. He knew that people were talking when he nominated his daughter while she was previously only a small musician that nobody knew.

Eight month later nobody was talking shit about her credentials anymore. One year later, everybody was worshipping her which made him proud. She became a source of inspiration for all his female employee, especially after she start firing man who engage in sexual harassment. She was taking shit from nobody and he made him laugh how sweet she was on a personal level and how a beast she became in a workplace.

Finishing with the security screening of the airport, he got welcomed by the impressive body of his two personal bodyguards Amal and Jean. For them to come here, his grandson seems to be done with them. He hoped that he could learn a thing or two of them, that would be good considering his frail body. For the last month, he did not have the time to come back home with business trips everywhere in the state and abroad. His wife was unusually cryptic about the condition of Nathaniel these past few weeks, he knew that she was doing that to keep him on his toes which made him smile inwardly. In all his life, his biggest pride was not his company but his wife.

Upon arriving in front of his personal bodyguard, he noticed immediately that something was wrong. Amal had a black eye, split lips and seems to have a slight limp where Jean had a red almost bluish mark on the temple and a split lips too. Both of them seem to be in a sorry state which immediately makes him unsettle.

"What happened to both of you? How are my wife and grandson?" He ask hurriedly

He was surprised to see Amal's eyes narrowing like he did when observing micro-expression as if he was watching him for any sign of deception. Jean just frowned.

"You really don't know Rob?" Ask Jean with a heavy french accent.

Jean was one the only people who could call him Rob and get away with it. The truth was that Jean was one of his best friends and confident for the last fifteen years.

"What the f*ck are you talking about?" Robert asked in a harsh voice.

"Sorry we thought that you knew and you were gloating in front of our face. Yes, your family is all right Rob."

"Ok." Robert said his mind relaxed. "So, what the hell happened to you? You are looking like you get beat up by loan sharks."

"Your grandson did this." Said Jean while Amal nodded when Robert looked at him for confirmation.

"Are you two fuck*** with me!? You expect me to believe that a sixteen years old, 5"5 ,100 pound beat two forty years old ex special force?" Yell Robert.

"Well he got his growth spurt, he gained weight and height, I think he's six feet tall now maybe a little taller. And seriously this is unbelievable for us too. We never met someone who could learn, adapt and fight that fast. At one point, we thought we were fighting against a black ops or something. He could predict what we were doing and where we were going to hit him since day one. Are you sure he never had autodefense class before?" Jean asked.

"Nobody could teach him that well in the private sector. He was military trained, there is no doubt in my mind. I think I recognized moves from the SEAL and Delta force when I was fighting him. That's not something you can get from a dojo beside a coffee shop." Said Amal in a neutral voice.

Taken aback by that, Robert starts thinking, Amal rarely talks but when he does you should take it seriously. After the rift between them and his daughter happened, they never could meet their grandson. That's why he engaged a PI to keep tabs on them to know what was happening in their life. Nathaniel was described as a shy, smart kid passionate about books. He did not go out much and didn't have close friends. He was a kind reclusive kid who did not go out beside school and with his moms. Nothing that could justify that level of skill or could imply secret training by some organisation. Robert Lyndon was an influential, rich man and had many 'friends' in the government, he would start digging around and would find if someone had an agenda on his family.

"I would look into it. It's good news overall if he can defend himself well enough. That would lessen the worry of his grandmother and myself." He said nodding when he was interrupted by his two personal bodyguards who guffawed at him.

"Well enough!? He did that to us when we teamed up against him!" Said Jean with a bitter smile.

"Excuse me? You two against him? What were you thinking? I instruct you to train him, not kill him! You know that if you hurt him my wife is going to skin you alive! Wait what! He won?" Said astonished Robert.

"He did not just win, he got out of that fight without a scratch. That was three day ago, since then he told us to go back to you. We were hardly in a position to argue." Said Amal.

"I need to come back home and see this grandson of mine." Finally respond Robert after a minute of silence.