Before Timmy could ask anything, Samuel called out to someone in the hallway. Moments later, a tall, muscular man appeared in the doorway, dressed in a black security uniform. His presence filled the space with an air of authority, and Timmy's nerves tightened at the sight.
Samuel spoke with a calm but firm voice. "This boy," he said, gesturing toward Timmy, "will be staying here for a while. Your job is to take care of him. Make sure no one enters any of my personal floors in this building except for him. Understood?"
The security guard nodded, his face a mask of professionalism. "Understood, sir."
