Icarus insisted on accompanying me, even after I explained it was just a casual girl-talk meeting. He reasoned that he could sit somewhere nearby, either at the back or outside, to keep an eye on things in case of danger. Try as I might, I couldn’t find a valid argument to dissuade him. The truth was, I didn’t feel entirely safe—not even while walking through my own office building, let alone venturing outside the bank's headquarters. With an unknown threat lurking, determined to end my ...