I strain my ears, hoping to catch any sounds in the background. A muffled exclamation. Or heavy breathing. But there's nothing. Hanna doesn't seem to be here. It's just Florian, and the pure fury etched on his face.
"The estate is mine," he says forcefully, as if he believes he can impress me with that statement. His eyes narrow to slits. "Just like Hanna," he adds. "Got it?"
No, I don't get it at all. "Hanna belongs to one person only: herself," I hold his gaze firmly. So he knows what an idiot he is to think he could ever possess her like an object.
"What do you know…" He lets out a forced snort, but it doesn't impress me.
"Enough," I reply succinctly.
He rubs his forehead.
It's time to end this call. I have far more important things to do than explain to Florian that he doesn't deserve the woman by his side. "You'll receive the documents next week. Whether youwithdraw the construction workers today or then, I'll leave that to you. After all, it's your money."
In an instant, he appears weary, as if he has realized he's lost. And maybe he even senses that more is about to happen. "I guess I need to make some urgent phone calls."
"I'm sorry it had to come to this," I say, and I mean it. I never wanted to hurt anyone. Not Hanna, not my family, and not even him.
He sighs wistfully. "You have no idea…" he says, then abruptly ends the call.
Puzzled by his last words, I lower the phone. What did he mean by that?
Whatever it is, it doesn't matter anymore. Because my focus is now solely on my goal.
Time for the next step. I climb into the driver's seat of the van and start the engine.
