The front door closed softly behind Alehandra. The sound echoed through the quiet house. And suddenly the silence felt heavier than before.
It lingered in the air like something unfinished.
Like a conversation that had stopped too early.
Damian exhaled slowly.
"Well," he muttered, rubbing his face, "that went terribly."
Kendrick didn't answer immediately.
His gaze remained fixed on the hallway where Alehandra had disappeared.
Thinking.
Calculating.
Alehandra didn't ask questions casually.
Every word she spoke had purpose behind it.
Every pause carried intention.
And the question she asked Damian …
Has anyone ever tried to buy you?
That hadn't been random.
Not even slightly.
It had been deliberate.
Targeted.
Dangerous.
Kendrick turned back toward Damian slowly.
"You didn't answer her."
Damian sat down on the couch again, his shoulders sagging slightly.
"I noticed."
"Why?"
Damian sighed.
"Because it's none of her business."
Kendrick studied him carefully.
