Alexa. 16th January. Friday. Two days later… Afternoon. It’s been two days since I last heard Helia’s voice. Two days since he called to cancel the dinner we planned, claiming some impromptu trip pulled him away. He promised we’d still have that dinner when he returned, but the truth is I’d been gutted. I’d been waiting for that evening, craving it, needing it. And when he pulled it away, it cut deeper than I want to admit. But I don’t have the luxury to sulk. Other matters demand my focus, the workers, the press, the investigations. Their questions still echo. ‘Ma’am, would production continue now that sections of the company are being investigated?’ One worker had asked. ‘What’s your name?’ I countered, quietly. ‘Bernard, ma’am.’ ‘Well, Bernard, rest assured, everything continues. But from now on, my approval is required before anything moves. The investigations are for you, for your safety. To ensure your work isn’t tainted by crime. Be patient. All will be well.’ He’d nod
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