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She was anything but confident. "Okay, good. Do what you must, Schwester, we'll be expecting your feedback," Ryder expressed and the line went dead. Thinking about what his words had implied, Sierra knew she had to provide Ryder with something, and soon. She let out a heavy sigh and collapsed face down on the bed. The mission was starting to feel like a death wish. Sierra understood the difficulty of the task and what she needed to do. She steeled her heart and decided to take action. Over the last week, Sierra had carefully studied Dominic and had mastered his schedule. He performed his daily operations like clockwork and she knew exactly what time of the day he went into his study. She glanced at the clock and realized she had about forty-five minutes till then, enough time to get in, find his journal and gather any important information she could get from it and get out. As she stealthily made her way towards his study, she repeated reassuring words to herself, trying to dispel her growing anxiety. She reached the study in no time and surreptitiously walked in. Just as Ryder had predicted, he had a journal and it was pretty easy to find, it was seated on the desk alongside a bunch of other documents. There were long shelves of books adjacent to the main table. She picked up the journal and rummaged through it carefully making sure to note the details of the leather bound book's content. Unknown to Sierra, Dominic, who had left for his weekly meeting, grew bored and decided the mystery surrounding her existence was as important an issue as any. He sent his butler to call Sierra from her room to meet him at his study. Before reaching his study, Dominic was surprised to see his butler approaching from a distance. He had expected to see Sierra to be with him. Was the butler being complacent or did she refuse to honor his summon? 'Freaking Claytons' he thought to himself. "Where is she?" He asked coldly. "She wasn't in the room, sir," The butler replied courteously. Alarm bells went off in Dominic's head, and his throat suddenly felt dry-something he had learnt to take as a warning or a sign that something was wrong. "Get me Martha." He ordered his butler, who bowed his head then hurried off to do exactly that. Within a few minutes, he arrived with a worried-looking Martha. They were al