DAR, 2020
“Christos hasn’t done anything against us up to now. Looks like he doesn’t have the files.” SJ said, hands on the steering wheel of her Range Rover Evoque.
“We can’t be sure.” Patrice said.
“I can’t think right now. I’m baffled.” SJ said.
“I only know that from wherever it is that we're going there can be no turning back.” Patrice said.
“Leo, are you okay?” SJ said.
Leo nodded. But he wasn’t okay. The girl she loved was in a coma and no one knew when she’d wake. Her mother was in India for surgery and he didn’t know how she was doing. The files that could help clear his father’s name were nowhere to be seen. How can that person be okay?
SJ’s phone rang. She picked it.
“Are you sure?” she said and then listened. She turned back to Leo, her brows bumped together in a scowl
