CHAPTER 15

I finally realized that trying to play nice with Nathan wasn't working. He only wanted to be difficult and make things messy. If he wanted to drag things out and scare me, then I wouldn't be nice anymore. It was time to fight back.

I remembered something from a few years ago, a rainy spring night. I was cleaning the living room in Richards's mansion. I hated that room, with all the gold decorations and giant paintings of his ancestors staring down at me like they were judging me. While I was dusting some awful statues, I accidentally heard Nathan and his father arguing in the office next door. They were talking loud, and I could hear everything they said.

"This is ridiculous, Dad!" Nathan was yelling. "I won't let you make secret deals with those criminals!"

"Watch your tone, son," his father, Nathan Sr. said angrily. "It's just a deal, nothing more. I'm not actually selling them weapons tecnology."

I stopped dusting right away. Weapons? What was he talking about?

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