The days following Nathan’s confession were emotional. Our newfound relationship breathed life into my routine, and I looked forward to every moment we shared. But in the excitement, there was an underlying tension that I couldn’t quite figure out.One morning, as I was sorting files in Nathan’s office, his phone buzzed with a call. Looking at the screen, I saw a familiar name: Frederick Keen, Nathan’s estranged older brother. My curiosity piqued, and I took the call."Hello, Frederick," I said, trying to keep my voice low."Rose? What are you?" Frederick's voice was sharp, almost accusatory. "Where's Nathan?""He's in a meeting right now. Can I take a message?" I replied hoping to spread the pressure.Frederick hesitated, then sighed. "Tell him it's urgent. We need to talk."He noted the urgency in her voice and promised to get the message across. After the call, I couldn’t help but wonder what could be so significant that Frederick, who had been absent from Nathan’s life for years,
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