Chapter 6 No straight answer

Nora walked into the shop the next morning with one thing on her mind: the meat.

She greeted Musa like usual. He gave her gloves, showed her the orders, and said nothing else. Everything seemed normal... but something felt different.

The shop was colder than usual. A weird smell lingered in the air - not rotten, but sharp, almost metallic. The freezer in the back was humming louder than before.

As she swept the floor, she noticed a smear of something red under the counter. It had been wiped - not fully - just enough to hide it.

And for the first time, she noticed the padlock on the walk-in freezer. Heavy. New. Locked tight.

By afternoon, she couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Sir... about the meat you gave me yesterday," she said quietly.

Musa didn't look up from the table. He was sharpening his knife.

"Yes?"

"My aunty asked what kind it was. I didn't know what to tell her."

There was a pause. Long enough to make her heart beat faster.

Musa looked at her slowly and said, "If it tasted good, does it matter?"

Then he smiled - the kind of smile that doesn't reach the eyes.

Nora didn't say another word.

But in her mind, a door had opened.

And behind that door, something dark was waiting.

But she doesn't care she just want too work get her money and mind her business