LOGINThe Stranger With Answers
I barely slept. I spent the night at Aunt Ritas place on her couch because I could not go back to my apartment. I knew Elena would probably be there by morning moving her things in and making herself at home in the life I had built over the three years. Aunt Rita did not ask me questions. She just looked at me standing at her door with a bag of clothes I had grabbed from Chloes car. She just opened the door wider. Said come in. I loved her for that. I could not sleep. Thought about the message I got. About the papers. About my signature on a document I had never seen before. By eight thirty I was already outside the coffee shop on Birch Street. I almost did not go in. I stood outside for a minute telling myself this was a bad idea. I thought about all the surprises I had in the twenty four hours and I did not need any more. Then I thought about Elenas voice. I remembered what she said: “By the time she figures it out it will be too late”. That made me go inside. There was a woman sitting alone at a corner table. She was in her thirties with sharp eyes and she had a slim folder on the table in front of her. She looked up the moment I walked in like she already knew what I looked like. "Sofia Wren " she said. It was not a question. I sat down across her. "Who are you?" I asked. "My name is Claire " she said. "I work for Ethan Voss." I had never heard of him before so I told her that. "I know " she said. "That is part of the problem." She opened the folder. Slid it across the table toward me. I looked down at the papers. It was the document from the email but now it was printed out and clear. My name was at the top. My signature was at the bottom. There were pages of language I did not understand but one line caught my eye because it had my fathers company name on it. "What is this?" I asked. "A transfer of rights document " Claire said. "It says you signed it six weeks ago and it transfers fifteen percent of your fathers company shares to someone." I stared at her. "I never signed this " I said. "No " she said. "You did not.. Someone made it look like you did. The signature is a good fake, Sofia. Good enough to fool people if they do not look closely." My hands were flat on the table. They would have started shaking. "Who is the party?" I asked. Claire turned to the page of the folder and pointed. I read the name of the company. Then I saw the name of the director. It was Daven. I sat back in my chair. It all made sense now. The three years we were together the proposal, the wedding planning. It was all a plan. Daven was just using me to get to my fathers company. I had let him in. I had given him access to everything. "Why does Ethan Voss care about this?" I asked. My voice was quieter than I intended. "Because your fathers company and Voss Holdings have been talking about working for the last four months " Claire said. "If this document is used it will ruin the deal. Mr Voss has been trying to find out who is behind it. It led him to Daven Cole and then to you." "So he sent you to warn me " I said. "He sent me to ask you something " Claire said. She folded her hands on the table. "Mr Voss wants to meet you. In person. Today if possible." I looked at her. "Why would I meet a man I have never heard of?" I asked. "Because " Claire said, "he is the person who can stop this document from being used.. If he does not help your father could lose fifteen percent of everything he has built.. You will be the one who signed it away." The coffee shop was quiet around us. Someone was ordering at the counter. A chair scraped behind me. It all seemed normal but my world was falling apart. I thought about my father. How hard he had worked. I thought about what it would do, to him if he found out. Then I thought about Daven sitting in our apartment planning his move. I looked at Claire. "When does he want to meet?" I asked. "This afternoon " she said. "I can take you there now if you are ready." I was not ready. I had not. I was wearing borrowed clothes.. I thought about what Claire had just told me and I thought about Elenas voice. I said, "Give me ten minutes." Claire. Looked back down at her folder. I pulled out my phone. Sat still for a moment. Then I opened my contacts. Found my fathers name. My finger hovered over his number. I needed to tell him. I did not want to scare him until I knew everything. I dropped my phone face down on the table. First I would meet Ethan Voss. Then I would tell my father. I just had no idea that going to Ethan Vosss office that afternoon would change everything.I showed Ethan the message."No, " he said."I have not agreed to anything yet " I said to Ethan.Ethan said "You are not going alone. That is not a discussion."The press conference room was still loud around Ethan and me. There were journalists and cameras. Ms Adu was managing questions. Victoria was standing quietly to the side looking like a woman who had just put down something heavy and was not sure how to stand without it.I pulled Ethan into the corridor."He said come without you or my father pays for it " I said to Ethan. "He means that, Ethan. You know he means it."Ethan said "Which is exactly why you are not walking into a room with him. I know that he means it.""I am not the woman who stood at the altar anymore " I said to Ethan.Ethan said "I know that. That is not why I am saying no. I am saying no because I am not losing you to him. Not after everything that has happened to us."The corridor was quiet between Ethan and me."Not after everything " I repeated slowly to
The press conference was held at seven in the morning in the conference room of Voss Holdings.Ethan had gotten out of the hospital at five. Ms Adu had argued with him. He had ignored her. He arrived with a bandage on his head and three stitches above his eyebrow and stood at the front of the room like nothing was wrong with him.I stood beside him. Not behind him. Not to the side. Right beside him, Equal.The room was full of journalists. Cameras. People who had read the article that night came here looking for a big story.Ethan spoke first. He was direct and in control. He confirmed the deal seven years ago. He named it. He said what he had done and why it was wrong. No excuses. Just the truth.Then he talked about the resettlement funds. The secret help. Three years of trying to fix things he couldn't undo. He named the communities. He named the amounts. He named the teams he had paid without his name attached.The room started to shift.Then I spoke. I told them about my grandf
Ethan was in room 412.I went to the hospital. There were two police officers standing outside his door. They looked at me. I looked back at them. Then Ms Adu, the lawyer that Mr Osei had called, stepped forward. I talked to them quietly. They let me through after that.I opened the door and went inside.Ethan was sitting up in his bed. He had a dressing on the side of his head and a cut above his eyebrow that had been closed with stitches. He stared at me when I walked in.For a moment his face was tight and controlled. Then it relaxed a little."You filed the documents, " he said."I filed them two hours ago, " I said. "The injunction has been stayed. The shares are now in my name."He nodded, like he had known I would do it. I sat down beside his bed.We looked at each other for a moment. There was a lot to say, but neither of us said anything.Then I said, "The article.""I know, " he said.I said, "Tell me about the deal, seven years. Tell me yourself before someone else does."
Ethan's security team tracked Elena's phone in eleven minutes.She had not even turned it off which means Elena was either not as smart as I thought she was or she wanted to be found.Elena was at a hotel three kilometer from the house in a ground-floor room with the light on.I told Grace and my father to go to the hospital. I told the security guard driving me to take me to the hotel first.He looked unsure. I gave him a look and he stopped looking uncertain.I knocked on the door.There was silence, some movement and then the door opened.Elena looked at me. She did not look surprised.She stepped back. Let me in.The room was small with a bag on the bed that was half packed with her phone on the table.We stood looking at each other for a moment, two women who had known each other since we were fifteen years old who had shared everything and who had sat on each other's beds talking about the future.I did not feel nostalgic, I felt cold."The article, that was you " I said to Elena
My father's lawyer, Mr Osei, was a quiet man who had been handling the Wren family's legal matters for 22 years. He possessed the kind of calm professionalism money couldn’t buy.He did not ask us many questions when we arrived at his office at eleven at night. He didn’t ask why we all looked half-mad, or why we were breathing as if we had just run a marathon. He simply adjusted his glasses,He looked at the documents, looked at me and looked at Grace standing behind me. Then he said:"Give me forty minutes."I stared at the folder in my hands. Thought about my grandfather, Arthur Wren. He was a man I had never met. He built something with another man fifty years ago. Kept his part of it until he died. He did this for me, a granddaughter he would never know.I thought about the letter he wrote. His handwriting was neat and careful. He wrote about protection as if it were the important thing.I hoped I was doing what he wanted me to do.Mr Osei returned exactly after thirty-eight minutes
None of us brought it up.We both pretended as if nothing happened. He told everyone about the plan. I asked questions and tried to avoid looking at him.It did not work well.Every time he spoke I knew where he was in the room. Our eyes met across the table and we looked at each other for a second too long before we looked away.Grace noticed. I could tell by the way she looked at us and said nothing. Grace is the kind of woman who notices everything and says nothing.My mother noticed too.. She said something at the worst possible time.She came up to me while I was standing by the window and said very quietly:"He looks at you the way your father used to look at me before things got complicated.""Mum, " I said."I am just saying," she walked away.I put my forehead against the window and told myself to focus.Ethan's team had found Elena's address. The house was real. It matched what we were looking for.. They used a drone to take pictures, which showed people inside. Several peo
The safe house was an apartment on the floor of a building owned by Ethan. He owned it through a company with a name that couldn't be traced back to him.My mother and Grace were in one room. Daven was in another room with two of Ethan's security team outside his door. He wasn't a prisoner. He wasn'
We were in the car when Ethans phone rang.He looked at the screen and said nothing. Picked up. Whatever the person on the phone said made him go very still. He listened for thirty seconds then said two words."Bring him."He hung up.I looked at him."Who?"He turned to look at me.. In his eyes was
The elevator was making this humming noise. It was really loud. Nobody in the room moved. My mother was sitting there with her hands clasped tight in her lap. Her knuckles were pale which meant she was really scared. Ethan was standing by his desk watching everything that was happening. I was holdin
It was someone who had been in my life before Daven. Long before Elena. Someone who had been there at the beginning of everything and had never once made me feel like I should be afraid.My mother made a sound behind me.A small broken sound that told me she recognised the name too.I turned to look







