Their tough attitude surprised me but allowed me to get a glimpse of my family's past.
These weren't the roughnecks I knew.
"Lock them up," Ben said flatly.
"Yes, sir." The guards quickly grabbed us.
I tensed, realizing that if we let them cage us, we were done for. I exchanged a look with Solomon, and we leaped into action.
We'd only let them catch us so we could see our parents. Since that wasn't happening, we were not going down without a fight.
Ben paused, finding our moves familiar.
As we duked it out, a woman's voice cut through. "Stop!"
It was clear and crisp, with an edge that demanded respect.
I spun around, and there stood my mom. She wore a bold red dress, her hair loose to her waist. Her makeup was flawless.
She looked way younger than I remembered. For a moment, I was amazed by her vibrance.
Lost in awe, I didn't see a fist coming. Solomon yanked me back just in time, or I'd have lost a couple of teeth.
"Didn't you hear me? I said stop," Debra snapped, her gaze slicing through the guards like a blade.
"Who are you?" Her eyes landed on him.
His face was familiar, and his tone reminded her of Juan. She frowned. "What are you doing at my company?"
"We didn't come here on purpose," I replied. "Your guys thought we were suspicious and grabbed us."
Debra's gaze shifted to the guards, who shrank under her stare.
"Ma'am, it's not like that," one stammered. "These kids were acting shady outside, so we brought them in."
"Yeah, very sketchy," another echoed. "They were whispering and eyeing the building. And they know Ben. They must be spies sent by the Illuminati."
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