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“And I was fine. And I could have called you.”

“True. Forgive me, ma’am but we also turned on your phone’s listening device.”

“Pardon me?”

“Your phone is equipped with a two-way communication device so we can hear and see what’s going on near it.”

She rubbed her forehead. “I’m not sure how I feel about that.”

“I know, ma’am.”

“What did you think about their warning?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. I’m inclined not to trust anyone besides our own guys.”

“Good plan. And Tony?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Don’t spy on me unless you ask first. Or I’m about to die.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Nothing about her lunch had solved any worries. It had only created new ones. Then her phone rang, the non burner. She checked the number and answered right away. “Jalla! How are you?”

“Not good. The orphanage was just threatened. By a bomber.”

“Oh no. Did they find it?”

“No, and the place has been evacuated, but this is the second time since you left.”

“I’m so sorry Jalla.” Coral’s hands began to shake. “Stay safe. It’s not worth it. I’ll send over someone to help.”

“Thank you.”

“Hang in there.”

Coral texted Lucan with the address. “Please help them.”

He responded with a thumbs up.

She felt somewhat reassured.

By the time she arrived back at the firm, later than she would have liked, she was tight with stress. When she stepped in the door, the normally cheery Gladys held out a small slip of paper. “You’re wanted in there.” She pointed behind her, where the security team had their offices.

“Right now?”

She indicated the slip of paper. “Looks like it.”

The words. “Come see us as soon as you return.” Were scrawled in spider like handwriting.

Coral nodded. “Very good.” She approached the door which opened the minute she was close enough to enter. A man in a dark suit with a frown held it open. “Come in.”

“Thank you.” She tried to remember that she was in an American law firm, not the center of a suspense novel. But it was difficult to cling to a reality that was drifting farther and farther into the world she’d only seen as fictional.

She sat at a nondescript table in a very plain room and waited for at least ten minutes before anyone joined her.

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