019 — HER KNIGHT IN PLASTIC ARMOUR

BHYRON

The chances that I might develop a heart attack soon is exceedingly high.

During the short twenty minute drive to Will & Julia Perfumery, I mobilized my company’s personal fire service to the site of the incident.

I’ve conjured every single horrible scenario possible. Amani trapped and scared inside one of the burning factories. Amani trapped underneath a falling building. Amani already burning to death.

I know how it feels to be trapped. How it feels to struggle for oxygen. It’s a horrible feeling that still haunts me to this day. And the thought that Amani…

“Who the heck let her into a burning building?” I ask one of my private detectives who’s already at the site. “Wasn’t anyone there to stop her?”

“Only Miss Amani and her aunt were here, sir. According to her Aunt, she’d tried to stop her but Miss Amani was too stubborn.”

I can imagine that. Amani’s stubbornness has probably grown by a thousand percent since I last saw her.

Now she wants to worry me to death.

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