Knight Syndrome

Ameena

Ameena had been waiting all day for the people from Mirage.

The meeting room was dimly lit. The only sound that occupied it was her breathing, which she now heard clearly despite the cocktail of noise in her head. Two men dressed in suits walked in. She watched them come and go, but they didn't speak a word.

"We should expose MedSphere, they sent the researchers to the hospital, they... they influenced the board" she sobbed, tears falling on the skirt that she is wearing.

"Rosebud.." he paused before using her real name "Ameena". It was the man she had met at the bus stop as a contact.

He dragged her away forcefully before she could talk any further.

"MedSphere is our client", he said in a quiet tone. "Parama was growing too big; they wanted it to be tamed."

It dawned on her that she had been made a fool.

The other one said nothing but gestured for her to follow them down a dark corridor where there were more of them waiting for instructions. They looked at each other again and nodded in agreement, then gestured for her to leave.

The companies are discreetly battling an information war — who can get maximum dirt on whom and Ameena is caught right in the middle of it.

She has to take this fight to the public. That's how she can win the war.

They are going to fight to the death, but it will be worth it in the end. If she backs down now then her keeping quiet all along would be for nothing.

But before that, she had to cut off Gorya and Ren, they needed to be away from all this mess.

She voluntarily texted Ren asking him to meet.

Her gaze surveyed the café as she turned her head. It was where she had coffee with Ren for the first time. It was not love. It was not even an attraction. But it was something. Who knew she would end it all in the same place?

She had to disappear, it won't be long before Mirage discovers that she sent those papers to the media.

Ren walked into the not-so-busy café. Ameena felt like she was noticing his features for the first time, his hair was a wild dark brown mix that had grown out and was shooting up in places. He had a sharp nose and a strong jawline and he looked like he hadn't shaved in days.

He reached down and grabbed her left hand before pulling it up to his chest where he placed it over his heart. It was difficult for him not to feel broken when she began to cry against him.

The word "goodbye" danced in her mind, but she couldn't say it. She knew that if she said goodbye, he would know. He would know that she was leaving him.

She wanted to say goodbye, but she couldn't. So instead, she said...

"I need to go."

She had a good look at his face, for one last time. A face she will remember forever.