Chapter Forty-Six

Rico had been at the Secret Service training camp for almost a year now, and he had made a name for himself as the top student in his class. Every drill, every mission simulation—he had excelled. The instructors were impressed with his precision, his focus, and his unyielding determination. But still, he hadn’t expected to be summoned by John Clarkson, the head of the division, for a private meeting.

As Rico made his way to Clerkson’s office, he couldn’t help but wonder what this was about. He had a feeling it wasn’t just a casual chat about his progress.

When he entered the office, John was already seated behind his desk, a serious expression on his face. "Come in, Rico," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of him. "Have a seat."

Rico sat down, feeling a slight tension in the air. John leaned forward, his fingers tapping lightly on the surface of the desk. "You’ve been doing well, Rico. Very well. In fact, you’re at the top of your class, and that’s why I’ve asked to see you tod