Jasfer Watson leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing at the city skyline. His daughter, Jay, was brilliant—everyone knew it. Twenty-six, the youngest rising star in surgery, admired by colleagues, feared by rivals, unstoppable in every way. And yet… she was alone.
That thought gnawed at him. He had tried to convince himself it wasn't urgent. Let her live her life, focus on her career… but a father's instinct never rested.
"Someone suitable," he muttered, fingers drumming the mahogany desk. "Not just anyone. Someone who can… handle her."
He reached for his phone, opening his contacts. "Call Harris. Tell him I need options. The usual circles. High-level, respectable. Someone who matches intellect, ambition… and patience. Especially patience."
His assistant's eyes widened slightly. "Sir, you mean… for Jay?"
"Yes," Jasfer said, voice calm but firm. "She doesn't notice the world the way others do. She's focused, driven… dangerous in her brilliance. The right man isn't enough—he must understand her mind, respect it, survive it if he can."
He paused, thinking of her in the OR, precise, relentless, untouchable. How many men could match that?
"Send me five names by tomorrow. I'll meet them. Interview them personally if I have to," he added, almost to himself.
A faint sigh escaped him. "I just… I can't let her be alone forever. Not someone like her. Not someone like Jay."
And with that, Jasfer Watson, calm, commanding, and unshakably determined, set the wheels in motion. The search had begun.