تسجيل الدخولSerenaMaria suggested we make a conference. And here we are. I agreed before I was entirely sure why.This was more like an official opening. Attached is my name on the program under the Hale Group International heading. Visible but not loud. Present enough to register.Mara directly stated, “You can not run a six-billion-pound operation behind closed doors forever. People need to see you exist. They do not need just a speech. They have to see the face behind it as well.”I thought about it and realized she was right. And that was why I agreed to this conference.The conference was held in London, a hotel in the financial district that had been hosting investment events since before I was born. Three hundred and forty attendees, according to the program. Mostly institutional. A few private offices. Several people I recognised from Victor's files and had been briefed on by Marcus.I chose to wear a fitted grey suit. It wasn't my kind of style, but I had to look presentable. It fit co
Damien It's been a while since I visited Zara. We do keep in touch but not physically. Once I got to her apartment, she offered me water and we went straight into business. The place was small. Quiet. Too organized for someone who had only recently gotten her freedom back. There were books stacked neatly beside the window. Zara sat in the chair across from me, both hands in her lap, and she narrated what happened on the road that night the same way she had probably rehearsed it a thousand times. She sounded like she had promised herself that when this conversation finally came, she was not going to let the emotion of it get in the way of the information. From what she narrated, we were both in the car. Both of us. She was seated in the back seat. We had been coming home from somewhere she no longer remembered clearly, a school event or an errand, something ordinary. She described every detail she remembered. And from there, I knew not to doubt her. No one would come up with som
ZaraI had been out of the facility for three weeks.People kept asking how I was adjusting. I said fine. They nodded and looked at me like they were checking something.The truth is, I was far from adjusting. I was working. Trying to smoothen things for the best.The flat Damien had arranged for me was small, which suited me. Clean, with a mini-sized desk by the window, which was what I needed. In the first week, I did not go out much. I sat at the desk and took my time to go through every piece of documentation I had kept in my head and began to transfer it into something I could work from.I tried recalling some names. Dates and their connections I had traced through the limited access the facility's system allowed.I had been very careful about what I saved on anything that could be monitored or transferred. I kept it up here, instead. All of it.I just needed to start one, and everything else flows behind it. I was not soft about what had happened to me.I want to be clear about
DamienI sat still at my desk with pieces of paper scattered before me. Yes, I now had proof. For days now, I had it before I use it.You want to know what that feels like? Holding something that could blow your entire life apart — and choosing not to. Instead, you're choosing to wait. Every morning, I told myself: today. Every night, I put the papers back in the drawer.When I first gathered this evidence, I wasn't sure of my reaction. I ended up carrying it to work and carrying it home for days. Back and forth. To say I'm not impressed would be a lie. Rose had been the warmest she had ever been in her life. Wow. I was wondering what was going on in her mind.Was she scared? Confident? Did she think I was stupid?I got documents from Dieter, which Howe had sourced through a different route. They were specific enough that no lawyer would dismiss them.Alteration traces on two of the signed documents. Notary records that did not match the dates on the filings. Fortunately for me — han
SerenaFor a second, I was taken aback by her bold suggestion. She did not ask me first whether I wanted them. She just called and looked back at me with seriousness.“I have set up a meeting. Here is the address.” She handed me a piece of paper with the day and time. I nodded and did as she said. I went because she was right. I needed different people around me.After that dinner, I realized Victor had been right about her. She was indeed one of the few whose instincts I was going to trust.The first person I met was a forensic accountant named Dieter. He looked to be in his mid-sixties, Swiss. He shook my hand and sat down and asked me to describe the document irregularities I was aware of, then listened for close to an hour without even jotting anything down, which I found unsettling at first. Not until I realized he was really paying attention to every piece of information.Every time I stopped to think, he waited. Calmly. Not impatient, not distracted. I'm just watching me with t
SerenaI was supposed to meet a visitor today. Her name is Mara Voss. I hurriedly finished everything just to meet her. Twenty-five minutes later, I got a call stating that I had a visitor. And I guess she was in.The way she held her head up and walked nearly tripping made me admire her confidence, as that did not stop her. She noticed me noticing, and it amused her.I rushed off to offer her a warm welcome as we shared pleasantries and took our seats. The last time, she sat across the conference table at the first Hale board meeting I attended and introduced herself as a former foreign correspondent, current nuisance, which made two of the older advisors smile in accordance with how eloquently she delivered every speech.She was on the board at Victor's personal request. He added her three years ago and wrote a note in the file that stated that she was someone I could fully trust with everything.In bold fonts with red ink it stated:"Mara will tell you the truth when everyone else
Serena It took me three days to build something that was mine, and I found myself an apartment with Victor's assistance. He said that was the least he could do out of gratitude for saving his life. The apartment smelled faintly familiar. I stood in the middle of it with my bag on the floor and t
SerenaThe moment I finally escaped the hospital, I hurriedly left to the hotel where I had few belongings and a stack of cash along with all my cards. I hurriedly rushed off to the airport for my flight.The boarding gate was quiet at that hour.I kept my head down and my pace even and handed over
Serena"Serena."His voice came through the door before he did.Just my name. Nothing else. But the way he said it — rough and unravelling at the edges, the voice of a man who had been holding something together for hours and was finally alone enough to let it slip, did something to my chest I did
SerenaI waited till the door shut before I opened my eyes.I didn't move yet. Not yet. I'm not so sure she has left the hospital, and no one will come in anytime soon.For close to a minute, I held my breath and exhaled once I was sure it was right to open my eyes.I took in a long and slow deep b







