Tristan wasn't really worried about Asher's response. He could see that the man was already eager to develop his theories.
"This isn't anything illicit, right? And it will be quiet. And you will keep HIM," Asher pointed at Damien, "quiet. Secret."
"Absolutely," Tristan promised.
Damien folded his arms over his chest, but kept his mouth shut.
"Then I will do what I can. The doctors told me to rest, but I think I can manage some work with documents."
Asher reached into his nightstand and pulled out a brick-phone. It looked like something from 2001, but new. The screen was still black-and-white.
"The simplicity of this phone protects it from dark particles. And I also kept this number a secret," Asher explained. "My assistant arranged with the mobile network provider to hide my number when I call, and not even he knows it. But, I suppose, you will need it to communicate with me properly…"
