Kalisa stood inside Justin's apartment, her back straight, her eyes locked onto him.
"You know why I'm here," Kalisa began, her voice low, controlled. "No more running. No more excuses."
Justin gave a sharp laugh, bitter and defensive. "You shouldn't even be here, Kalisa. You've done enough damage already."
Her eyes narrowed. "Damage? What the hell are you talking about?"
His hand slammed against the table. "Don Khan!" he shouted, the name cracking like a whip in the room. "You stole from him. You think that doesn't affect me? My business, everything I've built, depends on my standing with him. And you, with your recklessness, with your games, you've ruined that. You've put a target on my back!"
Kalisa's lips curled into a smirk, but there was no humour in it. "Don't twist this on me, Justin. You've been playing both sides for too long. You think I don't know? You think I don't see how close you are to Lyth? How many times have you gone quiet when I needed answers?"
