Chapter Twenty-five

“Damien,” the man on the other side of the phone answered with surety after I asked him what it would take for me to get my mother, and I fell into an abyss of confusion.

“What do you mean by that? How do you know his name? Just tell me what you want,” I asked, knowing fully well that I was getting glances from the driver seated beside me but not caring anyway.

“I want to put you on a mission, Lauren, and your mother is the prize if you do things right. Are you ready to do what I ask of you?” he asked as if he was talking to a child, but I shoved my annoyance in the back of my mind.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked after giving a sigh of defeat and closing my eyes, preparing to hear the worst.

“Since that man trusts you enough now, you will have to gather substantial information about his business. Take pictures of his documents and files and send them to me through this number. Of course, you don’t need me to tell you that he must never know abo