Nadia Osei finds lies in spreadsheets. She built that skill on purpose — nine years ago, the firm that destroyed her father's company walked away clean, and she has been quietly, methodically building a case against them ever since. When a whistleblower inside Kessler Group makes contact, Nadia takes a short-term audit contract to access the records she needs. It's the closest she's ever been. All she has to do is stay invisible. Then she meets Rafael Voss. Kessler's head of legal is sharp, still, and dangerously perceptive — assigned to oversee her every move. He is also the last man she should want anything from, and the first in years she can't stop thinking about. For eleven days they maintain the fiction of professionalism. On the eleventh night, neither of them bothers. When the evidence she's spent nine years chasing finally surfaces, it's worse than she expected. The fraud runs deeper, the victims more numerous — and Rafael's name is on every document as legal signatory. He didn't know. She believes that. It doesn't change what disclosing the case will cost him. Before she can decide what to do, Kessler shuts her out. Someone tipped them off. She assumes it was him. She's wrong. But the damage is done. What follows is three weeks of parallel grief — Nadia rebuilding her case from the outside, Rafael dismantling his mentor's legacy from within, neither knowing the other is doing the same thing, for the same reason. They end up in the same room by accident. What they built in the margins of something professional turns out to be the only honest thing either of them has had in years. Some debts are owed to the dead. Some prices are paid by the living.

An inamorato navigates the ocean of pain,self-denial,change and endurance in his pursuit to run away from his native land in the caribbean across to the middle-east just to find love,something he had not experienced for a long time.