The restaurant was cloaked in low, warm lighting, its ambience reserved and upscale. Don Khan sat in his usual booth at the far end, flanked by two silent bodyguards dressed in black. A silver fork paused halfway to his mouth when he noticed someone was approaching. It was Kalisa, storming through the restaurant like a hurricane, dressed in denim and defiance.
Don Khan was wondering how Kalisa slipped through all her security details and eventually murmured to himself, "Oh, she is the thief. She has stolen her way in."
She stopped right at his table, her voice cutting through the quiet as she stared directly at the man before her.
"You took my mother," she said, fists clenched. "Where is she?"
Don Khan tilted his head slightly, a bemused smile dancing on his lips as he dabbed his mouth with a napkin. "I'm sorry. I don't get you. Who are you and why are you disrupting my meal?"
The guards were about to make a move, but Don Khan stopped them with a wave of his hand.
