That moment had been worse than death.
“Dorian, you’ve been a coward for half your life. Just have some backbone this one time.”
He gave a bitter laugh, closed his eyes, and slammed his finger down on the enter key.
[Email Sent.]
Two minutes later, the screech of tires and the heavy thud of footsteps echoed from downstairs.
They were fast.
Dorian grabbed his phone and car keys and scrambled out the back window.
A torrential rain was falling outside.
He didn’t run toward the crowded areas. Instead, he started the engine of his beat-up old sedan and slammed on the gas, speeding toward the desolate old docks.
His only chance was to lead them away, to buy Grace a sliver of hope.
The windshield wipers swiped frantically, but they couldn’t clear the heavy mist before him.
Just like his own absurd life…
***
The International Conference Center was a scene of glittering splendor.
Countless spotlights were focused on the center stage, while the audience was filled with the world’s top neuroscientists and biologists.
“This water is the wrong temperature. It’s too hot. Get another one.”
In the backstage lounge, Damien frowned as he handed a glass of warm water back to his assistant.
“And this chair is too hard. Go get the custom lumbar pillow from my car.”
“Also, have security run another sweep with the… sonic wave detector. Felix, go check the circuits again. Make sure no one has tampered with anything.”
Grace sat on the sofa.
She watched Damien bustling about, feeling both exasperated and warmed by his concern.
“Damien,” she said, tugging on his sleeve, “you’ve checked eight times. At this rate, you’ll be vetting the air molecules before I’m allowed to breathe them.”
“It’s better to be careful.”
Damien said with a straight face, “These days, even flies could be carrying surveillance cameras. My wife is too beautiful to let some fly take advantage of her.”

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