Blair's company was rising, dominating the local and international markets. With success, however, came competition, rivals, and hidden enemies. The week had dragged on painfully slowly, and Blair still had not gotten a word from Kabir. She could tell something was cooking, but what? Her mind pounded, but nothing.
Like every other day, she woke up and prepared the boys for school. Passing by the home studies, she could tell the lights were on, and the little murmuring from within was proof he was awake. Her heart drummed furiously against her rib cage, but Blair hesitated at the door, her mind racing, but her hands took hold of the knob. Swallowing hard lumps, she pushed it open. "Kabir?" she called softly, stepping inside.
