So these were records of
his jobs. Reports, job descriptions, contracts...
Sebille knew this was only a handful of his paperwork. He had been in this
business for almost three decades and done so much more than what was
written in these papers. But for now, these were a start. She wanted to
understand and help him... she wanted to make decisions with him.
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"Some of these are
horrifying..."
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"Like this one in
Greece... you did this one, too?"
She skimmed through the description and shivered at how formally every
detail was written down.
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" ...Yes."
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She bent down to the
papers; "And this Chinese one...?"
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"I did them all..."
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"It's one thing to think
you know what goes on, and to actually see proof."
" ..."
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"I thought I knew... but I
didn't. I knew nothing at all. All these horrifying details... the plans...
all of it."
She put down yet another set of orders.
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And then something caught
her eye.
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"This... isn't this the
date I was kidnapped...?"
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"No--" He sat up
abruptly.
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But Sebille ignored him.
It was written by Null; details of the capture and--
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Her husband grabbed the
paper from her hand.
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"Hey--"
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" ..."
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The bundle hit the side of
the trash can once and then fell inside it.
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She turned her back on
him and slid her feet down to the floor. The woman wanted to read that
paper.
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But her arm was grabbed,
"Seb, no."
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"Don't."
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"You can read any paper
here as many times as you like... just not that one."
"Why?"
"Please... trust me."
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She did... she wanted to.
But that paper. He shouldn't have had anything to do with her being taken...
So, why did that piece of paper exist? Why had it been written and what did
it say? And why had he never mentioned it?
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Why?
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