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He smiled. “Who areyou?”

In response, I turned to leave because if he didn’t know who the fuck I was, I had no business being there with him.

“Miss King, have a seat,” he said.

I spun around to face him. He was okay looking—glasses, neat appearance. Nothing special, but it felt like I was inthe room with the damn president or something. He gave off this authoritative ambiance that was almost irresistible. Tightly clutching the strap of my purse, I didn’t move.

“Got some pepper spray in there? Gonna get me like you did my brother?”

Brother?

This man was 11C22’s brother?

I frowned but remained stationary.

“Or maybe you’re going to use some of the moves you learned in my father’s self-defense classes.”

Father? Now Iknewhe was playing with me. This nigga was a fed or something.

“I think you have me confused with someone else,” I stated, my voice even.

He sighed. “Please have a seat so we can talk. This place has been swept for bugs, but I’d like to be able to lower my voice when speaking to you.”

I still didn’t move.

“Look, I ain’t no damn fed. Sit your sexy ass down!” he grunted.

Against my better judgment, I dropped my stupidly-flattered ass into the chair across from him, my eyes never leaving him.

He nodded. “Alert, cautious…my brother said you were good, a true asset to the company. Glad to see he was right.”

“Where is he? Why are you here?” I asked.

“Abrupt, callous…I like that, too. No wonder he was so enamored with you.”

I blinked, trying not to let his words sidetrack me. “Where is he?”

He leaned back in his chair. “There have been some changes in our organization. New management. Me.”

“You’re what?”

“I’m the new management.”

“So…11C22 is fired?”

“No, he’s been reassigned. He was getting too personally involved when it came to you. That’s bad for business. Although, I see why he did it.” He lifted an eyebrow and licked his lips. “So, I’ll be your contact from now on.”

“You’re in management and you’re dealing with the help? Why?”

He shrugged. “Because I want to.”

“Why contact me now after all this time? Because you were reorganizing or something?”

“That, and I thought it timely to meet you since you decided to kill that doctor.”

I froze, my heart throttling my chest. “W-what?” How the fuck did he know about that? I was careful.

“You belong to The Agency. We know your every move. There are always eyes on you.”

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