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Clare and Ivan walked in tandem to GeneCo Towers, intent on insuring Shilo's future. Unbeknownst to the girl, there was a price on her head. When Clare checked on her one night, she found Shilo talking in her sleep. She seemed to be arguing with some sort of unseen entity.

Without even consulting the GENtern, she strode over to the elevator with Ivan in tow. She punched the button to Amber's office and gripped her husband's hand tightly.

When the doors opened, she found Amber passed out, her head resting on a stack of papers that needed to be signed. Clare sneered and sat down in one of the chairs across from Amber's seat.

She waited for a whole five seconds before kicking one of the legs of Amber's desk. The CEO of GeneCo jumped and straightened her jacket. Her alarmed face changed to her normal look of nonchalance. "What do you want? I'm already paying you more."

"I have a request of you, Amber."

Amber sat back in her chair and rolled her eyes. "What do you want?"

"I want that bounty on Shilo Wallace's head to disappear."

Amber sat forward again and rested her elbows on the desk. "Do you know where the bitch is?"

"Perhaps," said Clare, studying her nails, "I can promise you that wherever she is, she's no threat to your position. I can guarantee that."

"Can you? I know better than to trust a Z peddler."

"You dare call me just a Z peddler? I'm the creator of the illegal Z market. I'm the queen."

"Fair enough, but why would I take the bounty off her pretty little head?" Amber asked casually. "She might be better off dead."

"I can give you my word that she won't be a problem. I've investigated a bit, and I found that only if she killed her father, would she become the CEO of GeneCo. She never did, so she's no threat," Clare said with equal nonchalance.

"You can guarantee this?" Amber asked.

"I can indeed. Do we have an agreement? I keep Shilo out of your way, and she's no longer on your hit list."

Amber offered her right hand and Clare took it. "We have an agreement. Now get out. I've got things to attend to."

Clare rose from her seat and smiled, pulling a vial of Zydrate from her pocket. "Can't I interest you in a hit?"

Amber raised her middle finger in a silent reply, but Clare's smile wasn't dampened. She turned and left with Ivan close behind.