Run With The Devil

Seeking Solutions

Deon's pov

I sat in my office, the room dimly lit by the evening sun filtering through the blinds. My mind was preoccupied with Lyra. The events in Japan had left me grappling with the stark reality of her struggles and the harsh consequences of her uncontrolled abilities.

I leaned back in my chair, staring at the screen in front of me. I was scrolling through a list of potential experts-psychologists, therapists, and specialists renowned for their work in emotional regulation and psychological conditioning. I needed someone who could help Lyra manage her emotions, not just her abilities.

My phone buzzed, breaking my concentration. It was a message from Vincent, updating me on our operations. I quickly scanned through it, then returned to my search. The gravity of the situation made me impatient. I couldn't afford any delays. Lyra needed help, and she needed it now.

I tapped on a profile that caught my eye. Dr. Lydia Clarke-a renowned clinical psychologist with a specialty in trauma and emotional regulation. Her work was highly praised, particularly her approach to helping individuals with severe emotional disturbances. I noted her contact details and set up a meeting for the following day.

I continued through the list, searching for more experts. Dr. Clarke was a promising lead, but I needed to cover all bases. I found another profile-Dr. Marcus O'Neill, a behavioral therapist who had experience working with individuals under high stress and danger. His methods were unconventional but effective.

I scheduled appointments with both, determined to find the right fit for Lyra. I knew she was struggling, and her emotional state was affecting not only her but everyone around her. It was imperative that I find someone who could reach her, who could help her understand and manage her emotions without suppressing the person she truly was.

As I finished organizing the meetings, I glanced out the window, lost in thought. The sky was darkening, and the city lights were beginning to twinkle. I hoped that these experts could offer some insight, some solution to help Lyra regain control and find her place in the world. She had already been through too much, and I was determined to make sure she had a chance to heal and rebuild.

With a deep breath, I prepared to face the challenges ahead. Finding the right help for Lyra was just the beginning.

I closed the laptop, feeling a slight sense of relief knowing that I had taken the first steps toward finding a solution for Lyra. But the weight of the situation lingered. The memory of her outburst in Japan, her pain, and the subsequent fallout still haunted me.

I walked over to the window, gazing out at the sprawling city below. It was a stark contrast to the chaos I had witnessed recently. The city was alive, but in my mind, it felt as if everything was moving in slow motion, with each passing moment only amplifying my concerns for Lyra.

I could hear the faint hum of activity outside my office door. My staff was going about their duties, and the usual sounds of the mansion filled the air. But my thoughts were far from the ordinary hustle of daily operations.

A knock on the door broke my reverie. It was Vincent, looking as focused as ever.

"Deon, I've got the updates on the other fronts," he said, stepping in. He noticed the seriousness on my face. "Everything alright?"

I nodded, though my mind was elsewhere. "We're making progress on the emotional support front. I've scheduled meetings with two experts who specialize in emotional and psychological conditioning. It's crucial we find the right approach for Lyra."

Vincent raised an eyebrow. "How's she holding up?"

"She's struggling," I admitted, my voice low. "The chains and the memories from the lab-there's a lot she's battling with. I need to make sure she gets the help she needs to manage her emotions."

Vincent nodded in understanding. "I'll assist in any way I can. Just let me know if you need anything from me."

"Thanks, Vincent. I appreciate it," I said, feeling a bit more at ease with his support.

As Vincent left, I turned back to my desk and reviewed the profiles of the experts once more. The choice of who would best help Lyra was critical. I needed someone who could bridge the gap between her trauma and her new reality, someone who could provide her with the tools to manage her emotions and find stability.

My phone buzzed again, signaling an incoming call. It was Harper. I answered quickly.

"Deon, I wanted to update you on Lyra," she said, her voice tired but steady. "She's been trying hard to work through her feelings. She's been out in the garden a lot, running to manage her emotions."

I nodded, though she couldn't see me. "Is she making progress?"

"Some," Harper said. "But she's still struggling. I think the experts you're bringing in could make a big difference."

"I hope so," I said. "I'm counting on them."

After ending the call, I sat back in my chair and exhaled slowly. The road ahead was long, but I was determined to see it through. Lyra's future-and the stability of our lives-depended on it.

I resolved to stay focused, to not let my guard down. Finding the right help for Lyra was just the start. The real challenge would be helping her integrate these changes into her life while dealing with the pressures of running the empire. But for now, I had a plan, and I would do everything in my power to see it succeed.