Chapter 10

Would I call it fear? Was I scared of everything? Truthfully I was. I spent six years of my life trying to forget my past and start a new but why must it always lurk and hunt me down at every corner.

I hadn't replied to his words as he smirked, feeling as though he had cornered me but he was a little too late.

"Knowledge is variable, Erik," I said disregarding the formalities.

"But in it lies truths that make it become facts or even secrets."

"What the hell do you really want?" I asked with anger evident in my tone. I couldn't stand this anymore, I thought, as I narrowed my lips.

"Cover the function and we partner up," he said and I responded by clenching my jaw while tapping my hands repeatedly on the arm rest. This was dangerous, as any slight mistake and I could end up making things worse. Aside from that, I made a mental note to do a thorough sweeping of Erik Ibrahim's background, another thing to add to the list of my searches.