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Dalia’s POV

I gesture to the chair across the dining table. “Thank you for coming.” I am indeed grateful Dimitri decided to come. After all he is tasked to protect me from any physical harm. Who knew what Eros was thinking while he hiring this gentle giant.

Dimitri nods, taking his seat and urging me to get to the point. I have managed to ask Stephanie to take my dad for a walk. Getting him a wheelchair and forcing him to sit on it wasn’t easy but I eventually got it for him and pleaded for him to breath in fresh air. He doesn’t need to hear my conversation and Stephanie don’t have to eavesdrop. I can take care of myself. Although I do feel a little bit uncomfortable as my belly and legs increases in size everyday, I know I can do this little by writing.

“I asked you to come here because I need your help. I need to know what is going on in West wing.” My notebook and pen was already placed in front of me.

Dimitri nods. He seems to know why I am asking already. “You n