—Amira—

My breath stalled midway. It was as if the entire oxygen in the world had disappeared.

Why was I reacting toward someone I barely knew?

“This is my brother.” Damian introduced as he shut the door and led me toward the man.

“Hi. My name is Amira,” I said. But he didn't respond. He just sipped from his glass.

“He's drunk,” Damian added.

I frowned. “What? So you want me to take advantage of a helpless man?”

He folded his arms. “Two hundred grand. Either you do it or ...