82. Don’t Disappoint Me

Silvan.

The director took some breaths and I waited, hoping that he would say something before I asked.

And, I was right. “I felt this way two days before I was attacked.”

This was it.

I took a deep breath, controlling my breath so that my voice wouldn’t sound too excited. “You being watched?”

“Well, every now and then, when I turned, it always felt like there was someone around…”

“Even in my room,” he added, his voice shaking.

I nodded, letting him know that I was listening.

“I moved up the date because I wanted to be around for my wife’s birthday, but by two days to the first bidding, I was already regretting that decision.”

He was on to something. I could feel it in my gut.

“You feel that this might have been an attack from one of the companies after the project?” I asked and his eyes shifted to the side—towards the door.

“I know it is related.”

I shouldn’t take his words so seriously, but there’s something about the firmness in his eyes that makes me know that this is t