Chapter 10: Six years ago
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Amara couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day.
Every time she looked at her computer, she saw Kian's face.
Yes.
Her father had known him.
Not casually.
Not as a stranger.
Well enough.
Those two words had followed her all afternoon.
At five-thirty, she packed her things and left the office.
She almost made it to the elevator when Kian's voice stopped her.
“Amara.”
She turned.
He stood several feet away, holding his phone.
“Can we talk?”
She almost laughed.
“Now you want to talk?”
“I didn't say I wanted to explain everything.”
“Then what do you want?”
Kian hesitated.
“Your mother called my office.”
Amara's expression changed.
“She did?”
“Yes.”
“What did she say?”
“She asked me to leave you alone.”
Amara stared at him.
“And?”
“I told her I couldn't do that.”
Her eyebrows lifted.
“Why?”
Kian looked at her for a long moment.
“Because you're already involved.”
“Involved in what?”
He didn't answer.
Instead, he walked toward the elevator.
“Come with me.”
Amara followed.
They entered the elevator alone.
The doors closed.
For a few seconds, there was only silence.
Then Amara said, “You knew my father six years ago.”
“Yes.”
“Did you work together?”
“No.”
“Were you friends?”
Kian looked at the floor indicator.
“We knew each other.”
“That isn't an answer.”
“It's the answer you're getting.”
She sighed.
“You're impossible.”
“I've been told.”
The elevator stopped.
The doors opened onto the underground parking area.
Kian's driver was waiting.
Amara stopped.
“I'm not getting into your car.”
“I wasn't asking you to.”
He gestured toward the exit.
“Your ride is waiting.”
She frowned.
“My ride?”
Kian pointed.
A taxi was parked nearby.
“You called a taxi for me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because it's late.”
Amara stared at him.
For someone who supposedly didn't care, he certainly did strange things.
“Thank you.”
Kian nodded.
She turned to leave.
“Amara.”
She looked back.
“Don't tell your mother I told you anything.”
Her expression hardened.
“You haven't told me anything.”
“I know.”
“That's the problem.”
She walked away.
Kian watched until the taxi disappeared through the gate.
Then his phone rang.
He answered.
“Speak.”
A man's voice came through the phone.
“We found the file.”
Kian's expression changed instantly.
“Where?”
“At the old warehouse.”
“Is it intact?”
“Mostly.”
Kian looked toward the city lights beyond the parking lot.
“Does it contain his signature?”
A pause.
“Yes.”
Kian closed his eyes.
After six years, the truth was finally beginning to surface.
But there was one problem.
If Amara found that file before he did, she wouldn't just learn what happened to her father.
She would learn what Kian had done that night.
And he wasn't ready for her to know that.
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