Serge took her plate and began to clean it as he listened to her talk. It wasn’t until she said something about wanting to know the possibly chance of her identity becoming common knowledge or not. To this the young man dried his hands and crossed his arms over his chest thinking intensely on her question. It was a fair question and deserved as logical of an answer as he could provide. His eyebrows pushed together in thought as he pondered the idea.

“There is a fifty percent chance of you being found out before the election because of people’s obsession with digging into their opponent’s past. A sixty five percent chance with one of my team with you at all times because those who do their research know who we work mainly for. But they would be required to put both pieces of information together. Without both pieces of information the likelihood of someone putting it together is about twenty five percent, considering someone may say “You know you look like Erik Wilmer”, but that could happen whether you were his child or not.”

Hanging the towel back up, he let out a small sigh as he thought about the other portion of her question. “That…” He began before stopping himself. “That I do not know.” His answer was honest and true as he ran a hand through his hair and started towards the living room to his laptop. Sitting down on the couch he opened it up. “I would say that varies on how the information is obtained. If he announces it as ‘finding you after searching for so long’, you know, the truth, people will be thrilled and take well to the news. But if it is found out another way, I cannot imagine it going in a positive direction.”

He began to quickly type away before he chuckled, “But I am just the man hired to keep you safe, I purposely stay out of politics.” A nod rose and fell his head before he mindlessly reached over to grab his coffee cup which… he didn’t bring with him. Looking over his shoulder he asked politely with a charming smile, “Will you please bring me my coffee?”