Kane
"He’ll tell you the na of the organization. Transfer 5 million dollars to his account; you don’t have to disclose the organization’s details." I paused, watching Zara negotiate. Her intelligent eyes betrayed that she was making arrangents. "This will remain between us."
She nodded cordially. I guessed she enjoyed the way I spoke to her father.
"I understand, sir."
"Go ho, Zara, get so rest. Rember, I’m always available if you need ." I’d already assigned a bodyguard to her. He was also to provide her with transportation, as she was stubborn and insisted on using her own car.
Kaysir was Olfie’s best friend and a very reliable man. His easy-going nature was very different from Olfie’s and mine. I knew he would suit Zara as well. She would be at ease with him, and she would happily let him do his job.
"I know, thanks for last night. I appreciate what you did."
Watching the security footage from her office, I discovered she had indeed been texting soone, and it was none other than her father, the sole owner of the Adams Corporation. The company was the leader in import and export, and I wasn’t even surprised.
Zara was the daughter of one of the most successful businessn in the Sterling Empire, and no matter how she disguised herself, I always knew it.
We had chosen her specifically, and to our surprise, she accepted our job offer and applied to be my secretary. And now she was using her connections to help , even though I had treated her like a jerk.
Her gesture ward my already cold heart, and I didn’t want those painful emotions to be touched. The call was sincere, and I knew the shipnt would arrive the next day.
Deciding to ask her if she was ready to confess, I called her into the office after Ronald left, but, as I expected, she flatly and calmly denied everything.
She truly was a woman full of mysteries and didn’t want her cover blown.
I didn’t press her and let her go, but I eagerly awaited the day when she would realize I’d always known about her identity, even though I’d rarely seen her before.
As the daughter of such an influential Legan, she always tried to avoid attracting dia attention. Perhaps she hated reporters as much as I did and wanted to keep her life private.
As soon as Zara left, I left the office to go ho. Olfie took my suitcase as we pulled into the basent parking lot, and there I heard her scream. It pierced my heart, and I frantically ran in the direction from which her voice was coming.
Olfie was hot on my heels when I spotted her. Standing in front of her new car, she stared at the piece of paper.
Without thinking, I rushed forward, placed both hands on her trembling shoulders, and turned her toward .
Fear stared at as she blinked and stared back at .
"What happened? Are you okay?" I asked, tightening my arms around her shoulders. She continued to tremble, her gaze falling back to the piece of paper.
"I... uh..." she said, completely lost.
Olfi picked up the paper and handed it to without reading. The writing was bloody, even using so blood.
Seriously, it looked like a prank people pull on Halloween, but the words were ominous. Sa as the last threat paper in the pack.
"Where did you find this?" I looked back at her terrified face.
"On my windshield... when I arrived." She was still shaking violently, and I pulled her close, hugging her side.
At my command, my gaze t Olfie’s.
"Run a full scan. Bring the security footage from today, and I need logs of everyone who ca in here today."
Olfie nodded quickly but professionally and left, and I turned my attention to Zara.
Did she have a stalker? Perhaps she had so dark history. In the pack, the threat paper was not for the pack.
"Is soone constantly bothering you?" To my surprise, her arms wrapped around my waist, she rested her head on my chest, and rubbed her temple, as if trying to shake off so terrible mory.
"No, but soone threatened ... nothing... I don’t know." She seed about to open up, but then changed her mind.
Threatened her? That infuriated so much.
"Who threatened you? Did soone hurt you, Zara?" I asked, gritting my teeth, and despite myself, my hand clenched into a fist, my nails digging into my skin.
"It was a long ti ago, I don’t want to talk about it." She shook her head, and I realized there was so unpleasant mory attached to it.
Since she was slowly accepting as her superior, I knew she wouldn’t open up to . I had to use my other personality to get answers from her.
Patience, I had to be patient.
"You don’t have to. No one will hurt you, I’ll figure it out," I assured her, gently stroking her hand. "Let drive you ho." I folded the piece of paper and put it in my pocket.
I didn’t want her driving like this or being left alone. She accepted my offer without hesitation as I escorted her to the passenger seat.
I slid my hand into the car seat and helped her get settled. While I fastened her seatbelt, she looked at with teary eyes, and I felt her legs still shaking.
It was a traumatic experience for her. I gently placed my hand on her trembling knee, still leaning over her. We were so close, and she didn’t pull away, just looked at with her frightened eyes.
"It’s normal to be afraid; sotis it makes us human, but no one has the right to invade that safe space and make soone go through that. I’m with you, and as I said on the first day, I care about my pack mber."
The fear gradually faded as a thin, fragile, but still real thread of trust and confidence grew between us.
"Thank you!" she said, her voice shaking.
I got out, ran to the other side, opened the door, and got into her car. The key was already in the ignition. Fastening my seatbelt, I started the car, and it slowly ca to life. I called Olfie through the Bluetooth headset and asked for news as we pulled out of the parking lot into the evening traffic of Sterling City.
He hadn’t noticed anything suspicious yet, but he and the security guard on duty were reviewing the footage.
"Keep updated," I ordered before ending the call and focusing on driving. My gaze occasionally glanced at Zara. She seed to have cald down a bit, but her hands, clasped in her lap, were still shaking and twitching.
I wanted to reach out and reassure her again, but I gave her ti to gather her thoughts.
She didn’t expect to hug her and comfort her the way I did, but she was grateful I was there. The trembling continued, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that the past incident was coming back to haunt .
Even though the mories of that attack were blurry, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was sohow connected to it.
Was her past haunting here?
Or was soone just trying to scare her? Perhaps it was the reporter who had exposed the truth about her identity and was trying to blackmail her.
Her mind raced, and her hands grew cold in her lap. She didn’t even notice when we pulled up to the apartnt where she recently shifted with Hunter, and I pulled into the parking lot. Opening the door, I helped her out and put a reassuring arm around her shoulder.
"I’ll walk you to your apartnt," I said quietly, and she let lead the way.
"Let check inside first," I said firmly, telling her to wait. Quietly opening the door, I cautiously entered and looked around. She waited nervously, clutching her purse.
"You can co in, Zara," my hoarse voice said, and she entered.
Everything seed to be in its place, just as she’d left it. Our house was safe, as no strangers had been there.
I closed the door and began checking the two bedrooms and bathrooms, but everything was in its place.
Maybe it was soone at work? I thought, leaving the bedroom and throwing her purse on the table. But that seed highly unlikely.
Seeing her confusion, I cleared my throat.
"Are you okay? Do you want to get you so water?"
She shook her head.
Olfi told that Zara’s car was parked in a blind spot, so they couldn’t see who left the note. Besides, we often had people coming in for interviews, so it could have been anyone.
I told her about the find, and she took the news calmly.
"It’s fine."
I needed to talk to security and install more caras. There shouldn’t be any blind spots, especially where her car would be parked.
"We’ll catch him," I tried to reassure her again. She straightened her legs and, with a slight nod, rose from the couch.
"Do you want sothing to eat? I only have so food from last night’s dinner. I’m not much of a cook; I’m a terrible cook," she said innocently.
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