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“Do you have a fork?” Isobel asked as she took the cake to the seat in the corner.
“This is a hospital room. Not a café. No, I don’t have a fork.” Honestly, this whole experience was agonizing.
“Rachel, stop being rude to your friends,” her mother said.
“They aren’t my friends,” she complained.
“Yes, we are,” said everyone except Callum.
“I like your friends,” her grandmother said. “They’re very entertaining. And the men are rather attractive.” She turned to Callum. “Is attractiveness a hiring requirement at Benson Security?”
“No.” He frowned at her.
Her grandmother just grinned at him, as though he was being funny.
“One tea,” Harvard said as he strode into the room, bringing yet more people with him.
“Good to see you conscious,” Lake said with a rare smile.
“You scared the crap out of me,” Harry told her as he wrapped his hand around the lump on the bed that was her foot and squeezed. “You even scared Magenta. She actually said she’s glad you made it.”
“A red-letter day,” Rachel said dryly as Sebastian elbowed his way into the room.
“You didn’t have to come all the way back from Borneo for this,” Rachel told him.
“Don’t be a pain in the arse,” he said before hugging her too.
“She can’t help it.” Jonathan took her hand, his eyes turning sad. “I can’t believe it was Samantha.”
“None of us can,” her mother said, hugging Jonathan.
“I can,” her grandmother said. “She always was a jealous little bitch.”
“Mother!”
“Gran!”
“Mary!” her father added, letting Rachel know he was back too.
“What?” Her gran shrugged. “You were all thinking it.”
“For the love of all things Prada, would everybody get out of my room?” Rachel shouted.
“No,” everybody shouted back.
Rachel narrowed her eyes at them. “I’m keeping track, and everyone who defies me now will suffer when I’m out of here.”
“And you say I’m a drama queen,” her gran muttered.
Epilogue 1
Two months later, Bangkok, Thailand
Harvard crept up the stairs of the apartment building in Thailand’s capital city and signaled to his team to wait. They froze in place, blending into the shadows as the person on the other side of the stairwell door passed by.
As soon as he was sure it was clear, he signaled to move forward. In formation, they passed the door and made their way along the corridor to the corner apartment.
Thanks to a local team that owed Harvard a favor, they already knew the exact layout of the apartment and the location of the two men within it. The surveillance equipment installed throughout the living areas kept them up to date on everything that was happening inside.
