Page 82 of Unspoken Obsession

I sit down at the desk opposite Arman and open the envelope, pulling out the sheets of paper inside it.

Lists and lists of names.

There is a manifest of every shipment of girls that has gone out in the last five years, including the person they were sent to. I want to puke. There are hundreds of names on here -- hundreds of people who were taken from their families.

"Is that enough, sir?" Arman asks when I say nothing. My throat is tight with horror. I want to flick through the pages to the day my sister went missing. But I can't bring myself to do it.

I stare at Arman. "This is exactly what we needed."

"I took photos as well. They are all on this phone -- of the office, where I took the papers from, and of the inside of his house and two of his warehouses. I got a very blurry photo of some girls, but I don't know if they were being taken or not."

I take the phone from him.

"You've done an incredible job, Arman."

He shifts from foot to foot. "I can't go back there. Will you keep your promise, Mr. Russo?"

"I will. In fact, Lorenzo is going to drive you straight to the airport right now. My private jet is waiting to take you home to Peru -- if that is where you want to go. Because you have been here and working under a fake identity, Antonio Musetti will never know who you are if you switch back to your own name."

"You will take me home?" His voice breaks and he looks as though he wants to cry. "I would love nothing more than to go home and be with my family."

I nod towards Lorenzo."Take the briefcase. It is for Arman and his family. Get this man home. He deserves it."

Lorenzo picks up the briefcase of cash I had prepared for Arman. His family will not have to worry about money again.

They have lost their daughter and their son gave up years of his life to find the truth - now they deserve a little peace.

Lorenzo leaves with Arman and I stare at the list in my hands.

I am alone now. Yet I still find it so hard to just turn the pages towards the date Dani went missing.

I shut my eyes and cuss under my breath.

Then I flip. Page by page, searching for the right month.

Starting the day she was taken I ran my finger down the list of names. I get more nauseous with each passing moment until I stop - my finger frozen in place. My heart is dead in my chest.

Daniela Russo. Bernard Lux.

My sister was sold to a man named Bernard Lux, in New York.

She was shipped out only three days after she was taken.

I can't stop staring at her name or his.

An intense hatred is building towards this man I don't even know.

It is blinding me with rage. Anger so deep it is threatening to tear me apart from the inside.

I slide the papers back into the envelope, fearing I might tear them to pieces. I can't destroy the only evidence I have against Antonio Musetti.

This and the photos.

It is enough to take him down.

This will stir a great amount of shit in his life; there will be eyes all over him.

I put the envelope into my safe and slammed it shut, double-checking it's locked and resetting the code.

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