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Behind Closed Doors

Author: Osarumwense Osakue
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-08 18:36:30
Michael’s POV

The scent of cigar smoke clung thickly to the air, mixing with the smell of wood and leather.

But what caught my attention wasn’t the smell.

It was Fernando and Marlo.

They were leaning close across the broad desk, their voices low, words hurried and clipped, as though something pressed heavily between them.

I couldn’t make out what was said, just the quick cadence of urgency. Then, the moment my shadow fell across the threshold, their conversation died like a flame snuffed out.

“Michael,” Fernando said, his tone warm but his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Welcome back.”

I narrowed my gaze slightly.

“I get the feeling I walked in on something.”

“Not at all,” Fernando replied smoothly, as if he had rehearsed the words. “Just business, nothing more.”

Marlo remained silent, his eyes darting toward the bookshelf, his hands clasped behind his back as though trying to make himself less suspicious.

I stepped further inside, closing the door with a soft click b
Osarumwense Osakue

🔥 Will Michael discover what secret Fernando and Marlo are hiding? 👉 Don’t miss the next chapter.

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