Mercenary's Promise
"What do you mean the negotiations are finished?" Bethany Darrow leaned across Stephen Grimes's desk, her hand tipping a stack of papers, scattering them to the floor.
The lawyer for Tri-Continent Engineering looked at the mess, then at her. She didn't bother to apologize. "You are not finished. My sister is out in the jungle somewhere. Who knows what kind of hell FARC is putting her through? You can't just leave her there. You owe her."
Two years ago, a rebel group kidnapped Samantha. Her younger sister had been surveying a stretch of land for a pipeline for TCE, and then one day, she was gone. Taken by Fuerzas Armadas Revolucionaria de Colombia—Ejército del Pueblo, better known as FARC. And while they seized hundreds of people each year, making millions to support their radical militant army and increase their hold into the drug trade, this was her baby sister.
His expression placid, Grimes ran a hand over his thinning gray hair, adjusted his tie and straightened his shoulders. "TCE doesn't owe Samantha anything. She's a contractor who knew the risks. Now calm down."
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