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If so, who is he and why does he seem to care about me. “If so, who could possibly have done it?” asked Hunter. They all looked at me. Fuck. ***

"What?" "He asked meeeee!"

I replied. She lifted her left eyebrow at me, looking at me up and down. "You're not Alex Fimbar," She replied. "So you do know who he is." I started. She sucked her top teeth. "I might know him. Who's asking?" She asked, once again pushing for my name. "I am looking for Alex Fimbar. It's a very urgent matter. I was pointed to this address while I was looking for him." The woman looked annoyed as I continued to avoid her previous question.

“Find who? Looking for who?” “Him.” I reply briefly. That wakes her fully. “Oh,” she says. “Mr. Boring Savior and the guy who lectured you.” “Exactly,” I snap. “Who does that?” I grab my laptop again. “I can’t find him anywhere.” She leans closer, squinting at my screen. “Marcella… what exactly were you expecting to find?” “I expected to see him there,” I say sharply, tapping People You May Know again. She blinks. “There?”

She replied and everyone started to murmur to themselves again. “How, then, did you get the CEO's golden card?” Selina asked again and I nearly face palmed. Why are they asking so many questions? “You can ask the CEO yourself. He's here, isn't he?” Ella replied as she glanced at me with a smile and I blinked nervously as everyone turned to look at me.

He tells me. “So who exactly would want to find details on you? ” He asked me. “I can only think of one person.”

It is Lydia. Quietly, almost against my own discipline, the question returns Did you miss him?

Amber gave me a strange look, and our two new friends didn't react at all. There was a group of four prominent men standing by the exit doors. They were turned inwards towards each other as if in conversation, with their eyes directed outwards, and none of them talked. Julieann and Miranda walked past them as if they were wallpaper. "Who asked you to meet us?" I asked curiously. "The hotel," Julieann says. "But, who asked them?" Both women gave me a bland look and no answer, leaving me to gather that they didn't know and that it was something they would not expect to understand.

When he didn’t answer I asked again, “You said you found a survivor, what happened to them?” I pushed him. He paused for a minute before answering, “Who are you?” he asked in a half whisper, almost like he wasn’t sure of the question.

Roman voice cuts through the comfortable silence. “You didn't ask” I shot back. “Is everything a quarrel with you?” He asks, leaning on the door to turn to me. “No, but you didn't ask you're aware of that” “Okay.” He nods and then, “Now I'm asking, Who are we going to meet”? “Angel.” “And who is Angel?” “A friend?” I questioned instead of answering, I guess I just wanted to annoy him. He sighs, “Can you tell me what's going on?” He pleads and pokes his inner cheek with his tongue.