Of course, Darren replied, reaching into his jacket pocket to retrieve a folded contract. He nudged it towards her.
Sabrina picked it up.
The contract was a total of five pages. Darren had thought of all aspects. It was written in great detail without any Loopholes.
After reading the contract briefly, Sabrina put it on the table. My case might be dangerous, she said after having a sip of coffee.
Why dont you tell me about it?
Sabrina scanned the cafe, keeping an eye out for potential eavesdroppers or individuals who seemed suspicious.
Darren sensed her unease. I remember theres a restaurant with private rooms nearby. Why dont we go there?
Okay. Sabrina nodded in agreement.
The two made their way to the nearby restaurant with private rooms.
Sabrina sat across from Darren, ordering coffee and desserts.
Darren said, Please speak freely, Miss Chavez.
Sabrina stirred the coffee for a moment while in thought. Then she asked, Do you know me?
Youre Tyrone Blakelys ex-wife, Darren answered. If you hadnt mentioned the risks in your situation, I might have mistaken this for another of Mr. Blakelys escapades with a mistress.
Sabrinas expression remained impassive. I have another identity besides being Tyrones ex. My father is Connor Chavez.
The memories flooded back. Darren had just graduated when news of Connors death spread worldwide. He was young, passionate, and inspired by the esteemed journalists work. Like countless others, the loss deeply saddened him.
During that period, speculation ran rampant, suggesting that Connor had stepped on too many toes and paid the price with his life.
However, the outcome of the investigation caught many off guarda mere car accident.
Reluctantly, people had no option but to accept this conclusion.
Over time, the memory of Connors death faded from public consciousness.
A flicker of suspicion ignited within Darren, sensing that Sabrina held knowledge that could shed Light on the truth.
Sabrina revealed that her case carried inherent risks.