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Danya
Iget a message on my phone from Bobby the minute we arrive at the settlement. I have to check it because it could be important, but that means I have to leave Taylor in the control room.
“Just don’t touch anything, okay?” I tell her as I take my phone and leave.
I hurry down the hallway, opening the email on my phone and heading toward the Wi-Fi router to get a better signal. It’s slow as hell, as one would assume all the way in the frozen middle of nowhere, but we have a special satellite system for communication, and it gives us the ability to use the internet.
It’s just slow.
Really slow.
Bobby’s email loads once I’m close enough to the router, and I sit down on a bench in the hallway, skimming through it to make sure there’s nothing urgent. I don’t want to leave Taylor at the control room for long. The guys around here haven’t seen a woman in months, and I wouldn’t put it past one of them to chat her up.
I don’t want to be mopping anyone’s blood off the floor today.
In the cheerfully coded way that Bobby speaks when he’s writing emails about killing people, I collect that he has indeed killed someone. It takes him a while to reveal that it’s James, but he gets to the point in such a roundabout way that even someone trying to decode his message knowing the way he communicates would have trouble with it.
EvenIhave to read it a few times to finally come to the conclusion that he’s killed James. I guess the bastard had a pool after all.
If everything went as planned, this won’t even make the news, but I will have to break it to Taylor soon. The only way I’m getting uranium is if she takes over the ownership of the mines now that her father has passed. And she can’t do that unless she knows about it.
I know she’s going to hate me for it, and that the good energy we’ve created together is going to fizzle out into a storm of resentment when she realizes I was responsible for her father’s death, but there’s no way around it.
I can wait a few days, but that’s all I’m willing to spare when operations are running so smoothly. I’m not going to throw a wrench into my plans just because I’m too scared to tell Taylor that her father is dead.
She may not believe it, but he deserved what he got. Selling uranium to terrorists is no joke. His ignorant dealings could’ve cost thousands, if not millions, of people their lives.
I’m the hero the world never even knew they needed, and it’s honestly a bit sad.
Oh well. I never liked attention anyway. As long as my settlement gets up and running and we’re mining diamonds out of the frozen tundra, I’ll be happy. I’ll take the biggest ones we find and put them around Taylor’s pretty little neck.
I close the email from Bobby and tuck my phone in my pocket, hurrying back to the control room before Ivan can get a look at Taylor.
She’s waiting by the panel when I arrive, her eyes moving over the buttons as though she’s trying to decide which one she should press first.
Always such a troublemaker. I’ll have to punish her for that later.
“I hope you haven’t tried any of those,” I say, causing her to jump. “Push the wrong one, and you could detonate this entire facility.”
“Very funny,” she replies. “But maybe that would warm this place up. It’s freezing in here.”
“It’s even colder outside.”
“Which is why we aren’t going outside,” she says, her tone more begging than informing.
She doesn’t want to go out the diamond mine with me, but I’d like her to see it. Maybe once she realizes the scale of this operation, she’ll be less reluctant to turn her father’s uranium business over to me.
“There are coats down the hall near the exit,” I say, taking her hand and leading her away from the control panel. “You’ll be sweating under all that, I promise.”
“I’m not going outside. I don’t want to freeze to death like I did on the way here.”
“You were barely outside. It was like two minutes,” I say, leading her down the hallway.
“Two minutes too long,” she grumbles.
“You’ll have a bigger coat. These things are made to withstand much lower temperatures. You could be out in one all day and it would feel like summer,” I insist.
“Why didn’t you build this place somewhere warmer?” she whines as I open the coat closet.
