Chapter 91

• RICHARD
• I shake the hands of the last black-suited Russian guy as they make their way out of the office. Silence erupts in the office as the door shuts after them.
• I let go of my pent-up breath, slumping on the chair. I feel so exhausted from the tense meeting we just had that lasted forty minutes. Rubbing my temples, I try to steady the erratic throbbing of my heart. Just a while ago, I almost exposed myself that I'm not the Richard this world is used to. Just a while ago, the Russians were on the verge of questioning my identity.