Exchanging numbers...?

Neven walked towards the door with the intention of sending the disturbance away when the knocking stopped. He halted, waiting, but they seemed to have changed their mind.

Oh, better.

He turned on his feet and collected his things while reading the messages on his phone. All while listening to Vera's regular breathing. That sound made every work easier, but he hated that he had to go.

They were having trouble in Bratislava. His bodyguards were used as a cover-up for something, and he wanted to find out what. They had paid a huge sum of money for security, but then they didn't use them for anything useful.

He would have travelled there with his most trusted private detective and found out what was going on. It hurt to leave his future wife like that, but he had no choice.

«Hey,» he whispered in her ear, «I have to go.»