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“Sian Island.”
    It had been filed away, the island no longer viable as a honeymoon destination. As she removed the folder from the cabinet she remembered the television reports on Sian Island. In the weeks following the attack, the United Nations had attempted to provide aid, but militia forces on the island resisted. Trust is a hard thing to regain, even if it is trust for a helping hand. Though it wasn’t a wasteland, Sian Island was no longer safe. It was a loss for the tourism industry, but it was even more of a loss for Nika -- in more ways than one.
    She took the folder back to her office, stepping around a pile of papers and even a few office supplies sitting in a disheveled pile at the side of the desk. She sat down in her swivel chair and laid the folder on her desk. It was situated in a manila folder now, rather than the leather binder she had carried to Sian Island, but all of the paperwork was here.
    Flipping through the papers, she found what she was looking for, but something else caught her attention. At the back of the packet were documents on persons of interest in or around Sian Island. Sojourn’s background checks left something to be desired, so the information available was, as always, extremely limited.
    One of the papers conveniently contained the name Onurran Devran Demir. It amazed her that she hadn’t bothered to read this on the plane, but a moment later, she realized that it would have to wait a bit longer as the phone on her desk was making that dreaded ringing sound.
Nika opened the line. “Yeah?”
    “Once again I’m still your boss, Nika, and you have a client.”
    “Then patch the client through, Maria.”
    “I’ll send them back to your office.”
    “What? An actual meeting? Perfect, you know I’m a happy people person today!”
She slammed the line shut just in time to see Onur Aslan walk into her office. Nika stood up, her stomach dropping to her feet.
    “Hello Miss,” Onur said. “I would like to arrange a trip, for myself, and one other, should she choose to come.”
    “How...when...” Nika stammered.
    “Well, it was simple. I flew into LAX, and I arranged for a driver who brought me to your place of work. A nice driver, a boy, from New York City...or so he claimed. If I did not know any better I would have believed he came on a work visa from Portugal.”
    “Seriously? Wait, never mind that.”
    “What do you say Miss Kitaev? Will you book this trip for me?”
    “That depends,” Nika said, as she bit her lower lip. “Where would you ...and this other person want to go?”
    Onur shrugged. “Wherever her heart desires I would think, because MY heart will follow her anywhere.”
    Nika thought, but only for a moment before she pressed the intercom button one last time. “Maria. I quit.”