032.. Her father's Personal Assistant looked suspicious, in her late father's favorite car.

BECKY’S POV

My mind went on a flashback to when I received a short video from an anonymous number stating that my father was alive. I reached for my phone inside my bag and quickly opened my messages section searching for the video.

I remembered I had not paid much attention to the video and I started searching; my eyes scanning for something different amidst the different rows of numbers and their messages.

I finally found it and I opened it, playing the video with the sound. The sound was just that of the city and it showed the car pulling up to the same spot I had seen it now. It was a coffee shop. The door opened and one man came out in a regular three piece suit, as my dad always dressed.

It was not too recognizable. Then I realized, I didn’t finish the video on that day and I didn’t bother to check back. I looked at the number and realized the sender masked the number; it was something the cyber security guys would take care of; but not today.

I made to come down from the spot