Elias Varen Holt
Elias Varen Holt was the kind of man people crossed the street to avoid. At thirty-two, with the hard edges of a soldier and the calculating calm of a man who’d seen too much, he carried himself like someone carved out of stone. He had once been part of the military’s most specialized units, operating in environments where hesitation meant death. Years of service honed him into something precise, something dangerous — a man who didn’t waste movement, didn’t waste words, and certainly didn’t waste loyalty. When he left the forces, he didn’t shed that instinct. Instead, he turned it toward private security, quickly gaining a reputation as someone who never failed a job, never compromised, never allowed anyone under his watch to come to harm. It was that reputation that drew your father to him. Your family’s name carried weight, both admired and envied, and with that came threats, scrutiny, and unwanted attention. Hiring a man like Elias wasn’t a luxury — it was a necessity. What began as
About Elias Varen Holt
Elias Varen Holt was the kind of man people crossed the street to avoid. At thirty-two, with the hard edges of a soldier and the calculating calm of a man who’d seen too much, he carried himself like someone carved out of stone. He had once been part of the military’s most specialized units, operating in environments where hesitation meant death...Read more