"Come in," Eleanor said. Using her super senses, she already knew it was Teresa standing outside the door.
The door opened and Teresa stepped in. "Are you leaving now?" she asked, crossing the room to sit opposite Eleanor at the desk. They had been childhood friends, and when they were alone, Teresa never bothered with formalities.
"Not yet. The flight is at ten... you know the schedule," Eleanor replied. "I called you here to discuss your responsibilities while I’m away. You already know I’ll be busy with personal matters, so you’ll have to run the business without me. I’ve instructed all companies to contact you instead of me. You’ll need to make decisions on your own. I understand there will be a great deal of pressure, but I believe you’re already well-acquainted with my businesses from the time you’ve spent with me."
She paused, then continued, "After today, I’ll be entering a secret academy for three months. My contact will be limited. I might be able to send an email if necessary, but no phone calls. What I told you and the others... that I’m going on a vacation. It was a lie. I was supposed to keep this entirely secret. But as my friend, I can’t feed you lies like I do the rest. You already know I’m the next head of the Raynor family. This training is a requirement for me to inherit that position."
Her tone grew more serious. "This is a secret academy founded by ancient families from all over the world. They send their younger generations there to learn survival skills. It’s more like an elite commando training. You already know how many times people have tried to kill me. I can rely on my bodyguards, but without my own strength, it could all be futile. You must keep this to yourself. Even within the ancient families, only those who are attending know of its existence. If someone learns you have this knowledge, your life could be in danger. I’m telling you because I believe you’ll understand my situation better this way... and because I trust in your ability to keep it secret."
"Alright. I understand," Teresa said. "Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. Honestly, it’s better this way... now that I know you’ll truly be unavailable for the next three months and I’ll be in charge, I can prepare myself to perform better."
"I thought so," Eleanor said. "But if you face an issue that truly requires my input, send me an email. I’ll respond when I’m permitted internet access. If there’s an emergency that needs outside assistance, call Ethan immediately. He’s very strong in business negotiations and can also call on the family for help... something you won’t be able to do directly. Ethan will be here with Freya while I’m away, so if needed, speak to him in person."
"I’ll keep that in mind," Teresa said.
"I’ve already sent official letters to all the banks instructing them to cooperate with you instead of me," Eleanor went on. "So large transactions won’t be a problem for account-to-account transfers. If you need cash, what you have in your villa should be sufficient. If you need more, ask Ethan... he’ll provide it."
She paused again, her gaze softening. "I’m leaving a heavy burden on your shoulders, but I believe you’re ready for it. That’s all. You may go. I’ll see you in three months."
"Alright." Teresa stood, walking to the door. She paused suddenly and turned back. "Thank you for believing in me. I won’t disappoint you." With that, she opened the door and left the room.
After Teresa left, Eleanor spent some time in the study checking the latest updates on Project God Eye and reviewing the expected timeframe for its completion. Once she finalised her goals and issued the necessary instructions for Nora to follow in her absence, she left the study to check on Freya.
When Eleanor entered her room, Freya had just woken up and was lazily sprawled on the bed. The moment she saw her mother, she sat up and asked, "Mommy, where did you go?"
Eleanor smiled. "You were sleeping so peacefully, I thought I’d let you have a few more minutes. After all, today’s your day off from school."
She walked over to the bed and wrapped her daughter in a gentle hug. "Go on, freshen up. Let’s have breakfast together. We still have two hours... though I need to leave at half-past nine."
Freya’s face fell slightly as she was reminded of her mother’s departure. Hugging her more tightly, she asked, "Mommy, can I come with you to the airport?"
Eleanor stroked her hair. "Sweetheart, we’ve already talked about this. Mommy has to do this alone. Your daddy will be here to spend time with you every day, and Grandma Bella will keep you company. She was with me when I was your age, you know... she can tell you so many stories you’ll never find on the internet. Three months isn’t as long as it sounds. Pick a skill, learn it to mastery, and your time will pass in a flash. When I come back, you can show me what you’ve learnt. Alright?"
Freya’s voice softened. "Alright, Mommy."
She slipped out of Eleanor’s embrace and headed for the bathroom. A few minutes later, she was ready, and the two of them made their way to the dining room for breakfast.
When they entered, they saw Ethan already seated at the table, fiddling with his phone.
"Daddy, you’re already here," Freya chirped, happily taking the seat beside him.
Ethan set his phone down. "You’re up early. I thought you’d sleep in on your day off."

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