Page 31 of Stalker Daddy

The man introduces himself with an elaborate title that sounds a lot like decorative words in front of his name, but Fia recognizes him and shakes his hand.

He begins by kissing her ass about her talent, just like the saleswoman, but he seems very candid about his praises.This could mean that he’s a better liar than the woman, so I wait to see what is up in his sleeves.

“As a representative of my company, I would like to congratulate you to be our twenty-fifth anniversary’s best musician of the year.”

Fia sputters in shock as her shoulders jump; the news is big for her and she struggles to say something.The man chuckles humbly and waits patiently for Fia to get her mind in the right place.

I place a hand on the small of her back, and her dress smoothed over my fingers, and she finds comfort on my arm as she smiles gratefully.

“Really?”she exclaims with excitement and wild pride from her accomplishment.“I-I’m—wow.”

“Yes, yes, it is much to take in.”The man nods to himself.“I assumed you knew, Miss.Fia.Our company sent you an email.”

As if a lightbulb had shattered in her brain, she gasps harshly.“I’m sorry, sir.A lot has happened over the month, and I never got the chance to look through every email I had.”

He waves his hand with a chuckle.“I understand, Miss.Fia.We have days like that, but I do want you to know that tomorrow night’s performance is for you and your accomplishments.Every guest we have are a supporter of you, so I bid you the best of luck.”

She nods happily and grins so vibrantly that it puts the chandeliers in disgrace.I turn my eyes from her to the man, and something on his arm catches my attention.The red dot forming on his white suit is too noticeable, but I don’t question why he’s wearing white when the customary color is black or men.

“You’re bleeding.”My words shock him as he quickly put his hand over the patch of redness.

Suspicion crawls up the length of my spine and buries itself into the base of my skull.The inkling on the spot of the wound is making me draw conclusions about the intruder that I had shot in the arm on the day we left the cabin.

Could he be?

Possible, but very improbable considering this man is on the board of directors for the performing hall and for his company so he would rarely have time to do all those things to Fia.However, his powerful position could explain how he could get Fia’s home address so easily.

He could buy the information since intel is a popular shortcut for money.

“Are you alright, sir?”Fia asks kindly.

The man nods with a smile.“Oh, yes.This is nothing.”

“But you’re bleeding.Do you need a medical assistant?”she presses more firmly.

“No, no,” the man hurriedly rejects with another smile.“This is from yesterday.I have a hobby.I love making 3D models, and one of the pieces that were in a pressurized gun malfunctioned.”

“Oh!”Fia gasps with sympathetic pain as she winces.“That’s dangerous!Please be careful!”

“You are so kind, Miss.Fia.”The man chuckles lowly.“Where there is a risk, there is a reward.”

She thinks for a moment and soaks in his words, but to me, they are practically a confession to his wrongdoings.

“That’s admirable, sir.You do what you love despite the risks.”Her praise has him preening like a damn peacock.

“I could say the same to you, Miss.Fia.The music industry can sometimes be as cutthroat as the advertising industry.”

The man looks at me briefly, and his shoulder jumps in shock as he notices me simply securitizing him.If he is who I think he is, then he will show some sign of culpability.He will act shifty and try to avoid me since, given the history of my experience with the stalker, they have been on the defense side rather than trying to attack me.

They could be weaker than I am and know that they can win against me, or they are in the long game of trying to either flush me out of this position or flush Fia out of the music world.

“Please excuse me,” the man excuses himself with a nod and moves away.

Fia tilts her head in mystification and shrugs.“Do you think he’s going to be fine?”

I bring my hand up to her bare shoulders.“Who knows.”

It’s worth investigating.

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