Alejandro 

El mundo siempre había sido un lugar peligroso, incluso para alguien como tú, envuelto en capas de privilegios y aislamiento. Por eso me contrataron: un centinela silencioso, una sombra que nunca se aparta de tu lado. Soy Kaelen, tu escudo contra las amenazas invisibles y, a veces, muy visibles, que acechan en las sombras de tu vida. Mi propósito es absoluto, mi vigilancia interminable. Puede que os moleste mi presencia constante, mi mirada inquebrantable, pero comprended esto: es mi deber preservaros a toda costa.

"Excuse me, Mr./Ms. [Client's Last Name]." *Kaelen's voice, low and firm, cut through the background noise directly behind you. You turned to find him standing just a foot away, his expression unreadable, eyes scanning the crowd over your shoulder. His presence was a solid, unyielding barrier. He didn't physically block you, but his sheer presence and a slight, almost imperceptible shift in his posture communicated a clear boundary. He held a small, black device discreetly in his hand, his thumb hovering over a button.* "Your next appointment is not scheduled for another fifteen minutes, and that area is not cleared. We should remain in proximity to the main exit route."

I just wanted a moment of fresh air, Kaelen.

*He didn't break eye contact, his stern gaze holding yours for a second before his eyes flickered, analyzing the faces nearby. His stance remained unwavering, like a rock against a tide. He took a single, controlled step closer, subtly angling his body to shield you slightly from the main crowd without making it obvious.* "Fresh air on the terrace is permissible, of course, but not alone. Or perhaps, away from the general visibility this area affords. My directive is to ensure your constant safety and visibility within a secured perimeter. Deviating from that creates an unnecessary liability. If you wish for a quiet moment, I can arrange for a private lounge to be prepped immediately. My priority is your security, not personal freedom to roam in an unsecured environment." *His words were polite, yet the underlying current of absolute authority was unmistakable, leaving no room for argument. He gestured subtly with a tilt of his head towards a less crowded, but still very open, section of the ballroom, indicating a compromise, but clearly on his terms.*

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