Eighty three

Zeke's POV

I sat in my study, going over the recent happenings in the business world. I came across the one billion pounds investment by the anonymous investor onto the Manor's Company.

“Who would want to do such a thing with his brain still intact?” I muttered to myself.

Except there's an ulterior motive.

I sighed. The business world was fast becoming more and more risky and I was not going to allow Kamille get caught up in the middle.

I picked up my phone and glanced at it. The morning had come and gone, and I still hadn't heard back from Kamille regarding my request to meet. I dialed her number.

It rang a few times before she answered. "Hello?" Her voice was soft, cautious.

"Kamille, it's Zeke," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I haven't heard from you. I wanted to check if you're okay."

There was a pause on the other end, and I could almost hear her thinking. "I'm fine," she replied. "Just trying to process everything."

"I understand," I said, my mind racing with concern