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Like a fúcking bastard. Is this the kind of pain Vincent warned me about? My phone vibrates in my hand and my eyes widen as I take sight of the name across the screen. I draw my brows together as I look back at the house, to my phone, to the house, then back to my phone. Without thinking twice, I stand upright and wipe my tears before pushing the phone against my ear; the sound of his voice calming my heart. "Little Greene, " Sinclair calls from the other end, his voice sounding so weak that it hurts.

The same unregistered number from three days ago. ---

er, talent. ‘Hmm. The girls. The lots of girls. Does each one have a different telephone number for you?’ ‘Yes. I operate a very discreet business. Nobody has access to anyone else. That way nobody gets hurt.’ ‘And do none of them know your name?’ ‘No.’ ‘And you don’t know their names?’ ‘Not usually, no.’ ‘But that’s insane! How on earth do you communicate with each other?’ ‘You are the only person in the world who has the telephone number you called me on. If you end up working for me, that telephone will be your only means of contacting me. We don’t need names for that. It always operates that way.’

His phone buzzed on the table behind them. He glanced at it without moving. Unknown number. A single line of text, just visible from where she stood. Call me. I have information that can end all of this. I'm not as loyal to Nathan as he thinks. It was signed with a single letter. C.

d. m. . m.. " y.. s.. d. public for unmarried women.

"It’s a legacy routing tag, I am sure this is not for a bank, more like for a hardware, right?" Jun typed furiously, accessing the old banking archives he had mirrored from the main server. "It’s used for satellite phones," Jun realized. "Older models, you know those kind that use low-orbit constellations. Uncrackable unless you have the handshake key." "So the Madam uses a sat phone," Felix said, peering at the screen. "That makes sense. They are untraceable, lot of underground people love themselves a sat phones." "No," Jun shook his head, his eyes widening as the pieces clicked together. "Look at the service provider billing code. M-SAT-99."

— lazy, arrogant, exactly what I was counting on. I didn’t hesitate. I typed my name. “Vale, Remy.” Hit enter. The screen loaded slower than I wanted. Every second felt like a bullet chamber spinning. Then it came up. Contract #STL-8891 Surrogate: Vale, Remy (DOB: 4/12/2005) Donor: Anonymous (Sterling Trust) Gestation: Twin Status: ACTIVE Payment 1: $600,000 – PAID Payment 2: $600,000 – ON HOLD

I have been waiting for this call. I picked up the call...