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It had only been a few minutes after he left that Sierra stood up from the sofa. She had tried to nap a little. But, she was unable to sleep.

Her mind continued to reel over his words while he was in his drunken state. She wondered what he meant. And, Sierra was curious. Not only because how words were mysterious, but because she realized she didn't know Zeke that well.

And, since she was going to get married to him, she had to know everything about him.

She picked up her phone from the bed and dialed a number. It belonged to her father's private investigator named Natasha. She was very efficient and trustworthy.

"Good morning, ma'am" Natasha spoke from the other end, the moment the call was connected.

Sierra sat on the sofa, her legs clamped together to reduce the tension at the realization that what she was about to do was wrong. It was disrespectful to poke into others' privacy. But, she had to know.

"Morning," she responded a little tensely. "I have a job for you. And I want the