**Benedict's POV**

I had been watching the corridor longer than work required.

Since the press line, since Sam's voice in that hallway, since she had looked at me and asked if I doubted her, something in me had refused to stand down.

*Viața mea.* Old school much?

The words were still in my mouth when I thought of her. So was the fear behind them - that she was moving the board faster than anyone could cover her.

My family hated publicity. I was even an adult before the press knew my face and here she was, already smiling at the camera. No doubt the Angelov family thrives with public...