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“Excuse me, ma’am,” I called out, stepping back up to the desk.
She exhaled, rolling her eyes like I was the biggest inconvenience of her day. “Yes, Kasmine,” she drawled, her voice laced with exhaustion. “What now?”
I dropped the file on the desk between us. “These records aren’t… sufficient.” I tapped the thin folder with my fingertips, keeping my voice steady even as irritation licked at my nerves. “Some vital information seems to be missing. Is there a mix–up somewhere?”
She didn’t even pretend to care. Her eyes flicked to the file, then back to me, her expression blank with careful disinterest.
“This is all there is on Kester Hamilton’s records,” she said flatly. “I’m sorry.”
The apology was false, lacking any real sincerity. It only fueled the slow burn of frustration rising in my chest.
I leaned in slightly. “I’d like to speak to someone else. A doctor. Someone who was actually in charge of his case.”
I was also losing my patience. I didn’t know what game she was playing, but I wouldn’t let
her win.
“You have to leave, or I’ll call security on you, ma’am,” Her tone turned unfriendly.
There it was. The shift.
She wasn’t just annoyed anymore. She was… nervous. Her fingers twitched slightly as she glanced around, her eyes darting toward the nearest security guard stationed near the
exit.
Why?
I met her gaze, watching closely. And that’s when I saw it–fear.
It was almost as if they had been compelled to keep Kester’s records hidden from any
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either person who wasn’t him.
Why did I feel there was more to this womanis deliavim than meets the eye?
Someone didn’t want these records seen.
The realization sent a sharp pulse of adrenaline through me, but I forced my expressior to remain neutral.
Another perfect idea slipped into my head.
1 flicked a glance at the clock on the waill. 1) 1778[…
Perfect.
Four more hours until the close of wanti..
I plastered a smile on my face and met her glare, Thanks, ma’am. Sorry for bothering y Do have a splendid day ahead!
In the actual sense, I wished studlive the worst day of her life today for treating me t way she just did.
Across from her, my father sat at the mini wine bar with his fingers curledlamunda crystal glass of his favorite whiskey. He swirled the amber liquid lazily, taking stow sips with his fure sat in familiar frown, one I had long stopped giving a dimmalimut.
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