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~Kiva

Steadying myself, I head through the front door.

Initially I planned to burst in and confront my father, to threaten him. However, once I enter, hearing voices drift down the hall, I decide to slow play this.

Pressing my back against the wall, I inch closer to the room, keeping my eye out for anyone who could pass by.

This place seems like any other home. Aspects of it have clearly been changed to suit a business, with what looks like a waiting room in the old sitting room and a reception in the foyer.

I will investigate the intricacies of the place later. For now, I want to hear what my father is saying.

“How do we know they don’t already have something on us?” The unfamiliar voice sounds panicked.

“If this were about the business they would have killed my daughter.”

I draw in a breath. They are talking about the rebellion. Father would never openly tell me what he thinks, so I listen keenly.

“Maybe they were planning to.” The other voice sounds like they are pacing.

“She doesn