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My hand stilled, and I put down my pen to focus on listening to her. “Have you found out anything useful?” I asked her and leaned back on my chair. “I have,” she replied. Now, all my attention was entirely focused on her. “What did you find?” “I think it’s best if I tell you face to face. Do you have time today?” she asked. I looked at the documents but decided to meet her as this was an important matter. “I can meet you now,” I told her. “Shall we meet at the cafe halfway between my place and yours?” she requested.

“We are husband and wife and things like these are bound to happen, whether you like it or not, so deal with it and get yourself ready.” He tossed a laminated file at me, a schedule, I realized. We would be meeting with countless partners and clients. Together. Fuck!

My breath hitched. *Meet me at the lodge. The one from the other day. 6 PM sharp. We need to talk about our arrangement.* My jaw locked as I stared at the screen until the light dimmed. I shoved the phone away, my mind spinning. One mystery at a time, I told myself as the car glided toward the elite district. *******

Chloe held my hand and did not say a word and I was grateful for every second of the silence. Then my phone buzzed. Not a call, a message. The unknown number. "I know you are at the venue. I know what just happened. There is something you need to know about those papers, Sofia. Something that cannot wait. Meet me tomorrow. Coffee place on Birch Street nine in the morning. Come alone. Tell no one. A friend." I read it twice a third time. Then I looked up at Chloe. She was watching me with eyes waiting for me to fall apart completely. I almost did.

he reminded me. “And you said you would meet me halfway,” I answered. I started walking. Each step felt like moving toward something, not escaping anything. Halfway down, Damien came toward me and stopped, offering his hand without pulling me forward. “You came,” I said. “I said I would meet you,” he replied. I took his hand, and we walked the rest of the way together. At the front, he asked whether I was still certain about walking the first half alone. “Yes,” I said. “I need to know I can reach the middle by myself. I also need to know I do not have to cross the rest alone.”

She peeled herself off of the hard plastic bench she had been sitting on for the last several hours and stretched; cracking several of her bones. “See you all Tuesday morning, 7am sharp. The first half of the presentations will be graded and sat face down at your assigned desks. The second half will receive their grades Wednesday morning. Have a safe three day weekend” professor pyke waved off her class as they all eventually left the auditorium to enjoy their weekend. ……

" He tells me. "S-sure, where should I meet you?" I asked "Old-time square, saint beavers. There is a coffee shop opposite it. I hope to meet you in an hour. He tells me and cuts the call. I heaved deeply, placing my hand against my chest to regulate my breathing. Is it really that simple? I didn't know what to expect, the person seemed to be serious-minded, but that's mon the phone, I wouldn't know a thing until I met the person.

“Today. Meet me at Oasis in fifteen.” I ended the call before he could ask further questions. I had him where I wanted him. The fool would always show up for anything that has to do with his business ideas. Grabbing my car keys, I exited my penthouse. The meeting spot was neutral — a rooftop bar downtown, quiet, mostly empty at this hour. I arrived first. He showed up ten minutes later, looking smaller than I remembered. Nervous and Sweaty. “Mr Hart,” he said with a too-bright smile. “Good to see you, man.”

Short, direct, terrifying. "I have the stabilization formula. Meet me alone, Tehila, at the old packhouse tonight at midnight. Come with anyone, and I'll delete the files. You lose."

I stopped near a bench and sat down to catch my breath. I checked the message. It was from Douglas. Douglas: Mind if we meet today? I stared at the screen for a moment. This was my chance. I wanted to take things slow, but if this was how things were meant to go, then I would definitely go along with it. Me: No, I don’t mind. Douglas: Great! Midnight Café, across Downhill Mountain. See you by 10 a.m. I stared at the message for a few seconds. Then I slipped my phone back into my pocket, let out a quiet breath, and continued jogging.