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parking garage. She’d been green and didn’t know how to extricate herself. So it had been lucky that Raven was watching because he’d swooped in to save her ass.
How much Kahlil knew about that night, she didn’t know. But Raven wasn’t here to save her this time. Grant wasn’t even around to offer a buffer. This was her and a terrorist alone in a room. They were probably the only two people in the building who had any idea about Game Time. Kahlil’s master was unsuccessful in his bid for Game Time, so maybe this was him taking a second shot now that Grant wasn’t able to hamper the deal.
Kahlil’s hand dropped in time with his sigh. “I heard about Grant. I wanted to extend my condolences.”
No way that was the honest reason for his visit. Offering commiserations gave him a smokescreen for whatever his true motive for the visit was and it gave her an explanation to feed Julian if he should ask about this meeting.
She had met Kahlil once and their interaction had been brief. He had no reason to care about how she was dealing with the loss of Grant. If the sympathy was a professional courtesy, he should be talking to a board member or one of the company’s lead lawyers, like Julian. But she had to accept his offering, even if it was false. The less she did to aggravate the man who had no compunction about causing harm, the better.
“Take a seat,” she said, stepping aside and pointing to the guest chair at Grant’s desk.
Putting a large piece of furniture between them would make her feel more secure. But she also didn’t need his attention on her as she activated the miniature voice recorder in her watch. Darting across the room to close the office door, she used the chance to twist the face of the watch to the one position, setting the tech to record.
She’d found the piece in the manor supply room when she’d gone snooping. At first, she just thought it looked nice and she needed a timepiece anyway, so she adopted it for her wrist. During one of her moments admiring it, she noticed that the face frame moved and that the number inset in the face began to count. Moving the arrow on the frame to different numbers did different things: record, play, rewind, and so on. She didn’t know if there was a transmitter that would allow the audio to be picked up remotely. But the point was moot because no one would know she needed them to tap into it.
Having this meeting on tape would be useful, she could play it for the other Kindred members, and hearing it for themselves would mean no detail would be missed. She didn’t know how much recording time there was on the device. To maximize what she had, Zara hurried to the desk and sat in Grant’s chair.
“Why did you want to meet me?” she asked, spreading her hands flat on the desk to pull herself in.
Kahlil was bright eyed with a clear complexion and a stylish suit that was a faded purple color. His choices suggested he was a confident clotheshorse. But Zara had come to learn that the image portrayed by some didn’t always fit what was beneath the choreographed façade.
“We met, in the Grand, on the night of the demonstration,” he said.
He was loose, sitting at an angle in his seat, lounging with an arm draped over the back. His positioning suggested confidence. There wasn’t any hint of hesitation about bringing up the meeting where illegality had been discussed.
Dancing in this mental parade, she stayed relaxed because she’d learned it was just as important for her to be assured and unhurried. If Kahlil thought she was uncomfortable then she’d cede the advantage, which could be crucial later.
“Yes,” she said. “I know who you are.”
He wasted zero time getting to the point. “When Grant told us we’d been unsuccessful in our bid for Game Time, we were surprised.”
The vultures were circling. Taking her lower lip into her mouth, she licked it and freed it again. It had been months since Grant had made his decision that Sutcliffe
How much Kahlil knew about that night, she didn’t know. But Raven wasn’t here to save her this time. Grant wasn’t even around to offer a buffer. This was her and a terrorist alone in a room. They were probably the only two people in the building who had any idea about Game Time. Kahlil’s master was unsuccessful in his bid for Game Time, so maybe this was him taking a second shot now that Grant wasn’t able to hamper the deal.
Kahlil’s hand dropped in time with his sigh. “I heard about Grant. I wanted to extend my condolences.”
No way that was the honest reason for his visit. Offering commiserations gave him a smokescreen for whatever his true motive for the visit was and it gave her an explanation to feed Julian if he should ask about this meeting.
She had met Kahlil once and their interaction had been brief. He had no reason to care about how she was dealing with the loss of Grant. If the sympathy was a professional courtesy, he should be talking to a board member or one of the company’s lead lawyers, like Julian. But she had to accept his offering, even if it was false. The less she did to aggravate the man who had no compunction about causing harm, the better.
“Take a seat,” she said, stepping aside and pointing to the guest chair at Grant’s desk.
Putting a large piece of furniture between them would make her feel more secure. But she also didn’t need his attention on her as she activated the miniature voice recorder in her watch. Darting across the room to close the office door, she used the chance to twist the face of the watch to the one position, setting the tech to record.
She’d found the piece in the manor supply room when she’d gone snooping. At first, she just thought it looked nice and she needed a timepiece anyway, so she adopted it for her wrist. During one of her moments admiring it, she noticed that the face frame moved and that the number inset in the face began to count. Moving the arrow on the frame to different numbers did different things: record, play, rewind, and so on. She didn’t know if there was a transmitter that would allow the audio to be picked up remotely. But the point was moot because no one would know she needed them to tap into it.
Having this meeting on tape would be useful, she could play it for the other Kindred members, and hearing it for themselves would mean no detail would be missed. She didn’t know how much recording time there was on the device. To maximize what she had, Zara hurried to the desk and sat in Grant’s chair.
“Why did you want to meet me?” she asked, spreading her hands flat on the desk to pull herself in.
Kahlil was bright eyed with a clear complexion and a stylish suit that was a faded purple color. His choices suggested he was a confident clotheshorse. But Zara had come to learn that the image portrayed by some didn’t always fit what was beneath the choreographed façade.
“We met, in the Grand, on the night of the demonstration,” he said.
He was loose, sitting at an angle in his seat, lounging with an arm draped over the back. His positioning suggested confidence. There wasn’t any hint of hesitation about bringing up the meeting where illegality had been discussed.
Dancing in this mental parade, she stayed relaxed because she’d learned it was just as important for her to be assured and unhurried. If Kahlil thought she was uncomfortable then she’d cede the advantage, which could be crucial later.
“Yes,” she said. “I know who you are.”
He wasted zero time getting to the point. “When Grant told us we’d been unsuccessful in our bid for Game Time, we were surprised.”
The vultures were circling. Taking her lower lip into her mouth, she licked it and freed it again. It had been months since Grant had made his decision that Sutcliffe
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