**Shadows of the Past – By Emma Clarke**
**Chapter 77**
Daven’s footsteps echoed with a rhythmic certainty as he strode down the corridor, his pace both brisk and resolute. With Tania’s special permission now secured, he felt no need to mask his intentions—this visit was far from a mere formality. He was here for one reason and one reason only: to see Josh. Ever since Tania had uttered the boy’s full name, a persistent unease had settled in the depths of Daven’s mind. He had tried to dismiss it, time and again, but the thought clung to him like a stubborn shadow. Deep within, beneath the layers of reason and practicality, there was an undeniable yearning.
Validation.
Was it truly so misguided to wish for something that seemed utterly unattainable?
“Sir,” Arsen called out from behind, his voice strained as he hurried to keep pace with Daven’s determined stride.
“Did you manage to take care of what I asked?” Daven inquired, his gaze fixed ahead, not bothering to look back.
“Yes, Mr. Daven. The items you requested should arrive within the next hour or two,” Arsen replied, his breath slightly labored.
“Good.” A faint smile flickered across Daven’s lips, a brief moment of satisfaction.
“Sir, just a reminder—your flight is scheduled to depart in three hours,” Arsen added, a note of urgency creeping into his tone.
Daven slowed his pace momentarily, his brow furrowing in thought. “Three hours?” He glanced at the Rolex on his wrist, the ticking hands a reminder of the time slipping away. “That should be sufficient.”
“Are you considering pushing back the schedule?” Arsen’s voice rose in alarm, the concern evident. It was understandable; if Daven didn’t return to Mighatan today, the crucial meeting at Yorn Tower the following morning would be jeopardized.
“If only I had that luxury,” Daven muttered under his breath, a hint of frustration lacing his words.
“Mr. Daven, I sincerely hope you won’t,” Arsen pleaded, quickening his pace to match Daven’s. “I’m begging you to reconsider.”
“No,” Daven replied, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I won’t disrupt the schedule or force you into yet another sleepless night.”
Arsen let out a strained chuckle, relief washing over him, albeit momentarily.
“But please, do not interrupt me right now,” Daven added, his tone shifting to a firmer note. “I need some solitude.”
Arsen blinked in surprise, recognizing the seriousness in Daven’s demeanor.
“So… leave me,” Daven reiterated, his voice leaving no room for argument.



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