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Stopping, the captain looked at me. “Yes?”
“Do you know a researcher called Soros?”
“Soros.” She thought about it. “Did he work on this ship?”
“I’m not sure. He lived in the same place that I do now about four Earth years ago.”
The captain shook her head. “I can’t recall anyone with that name, but if one comes to mind, I’ll let you know.”
“Thank you, Captain.”
“My pleasure. I believe your shuttle is waiting for you. Oh, and about this Soros. Ask your mother. She is well connected and may know him.”
Walking back to the group, I said my goodbyes.
Ziba touched my arm, which was a big sign of affection for the small, introverted purple colored Tuncallon.
“Can we take you down to Earth?” Lios asked. “I’ve always wanted to see the blue planet up close but getting a permit to land is impossible.”
“We’ll have to ask Cacala. She took me on a tour when she brought me down to Earth the last time and it was amazing.”
Lios smiled. “I’m sure that I can persuade anyone. Just lead the way.”
CHAPTER 19
Hong Kong My Ass
Clara
From the moment Jeremy called me last night, telling me that we needed to meet up and talk, I had a bad feeling.
I was already upset about meeting Tania on my way out of Malliko’s building and shocked to realize how he had lied to me.
Pulling up to the parking lot in my old car, I parked next to a gorgeous white SUV and walked into the restaurant, where Jeremy sat by a table with his head down and his focus on his phone.
It wasn’t until I sat down across from him that he registered me and looked up. “Oh hey.”
“Hey.”
His suit looked expensive, and I noticed he had a new flashy watch.
“So, what is this about?” I asked and held my purse between my stomach and the table, as if the cheap knock-off copy of a designer bag could shield me from the pain I associated with Jeremy.
“Do you want something to drink?” he asked, and from his tone alone I could already tell that whatever he was going to say wouldn’t be pleasant.
“No. Just spit it out. You’re getting married to her, aren’t you?”
“Who, Shanice?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not what this is about.”
“Is she pregnant then?” I asked.
He frowned. “No, not yet.”
“Not yet,” I repeated in a deceivingly calm voice, but my jaw felt tight with suppressed emotions.
