Rain was hitting the windows hard. Hana had been standing outside her father's office long enough to hear him finish a phone call.
Her stomach was already tight.
She knocked anyway.
"Come in."
She pushed it open.
Her father sat behind it with his hands folded on top.
He didn't look up.
"Close the door."
She closed it. The latch clicked and it felt louder than it should have.
"Come here."
She walked over and stopped in front of the desk. Her hands wanted to find each other. She kept them at her sides. He still didn't look at her. Just at the paper in front of him.
"The boy paid his debt," Kazuo said. That little “bastard boyfriend of yours. Three million credits. Less than a week."
He looked up. Gray eyes. Nothing warm anywhere behind them.
"Where did he get that money?"
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