I didn't flinch. Most businessmen knew who I was, so hearing my name wasn't unusual. But the look in his eyes, the mix of surprise and something he was trying to hide, disturbed me more than anything else.
Before I could speak, Zayn's voice called from the back, firm but curious. "Who is that, Nantam?"
Nantam shifted slightly, making room for Zayn to see me. Zayn was already dressed as if he were heading out. When his eyes met mine, he didn't say my name, and I had learned from the last time not to rush in. Instead, I stayed silent, waiting for him to react.
He turned toward his friend, and before he could say anything, I saw his friend lean in and whisper something to him. I couldn't hear the words; I only caught the subtle nod from Zayn in response. Then he disappeared back inside, leaving the two of us.
Zayn stepped outside and we walked together to my car. My driver pulled away, but before I could speak, Zayn raised his hand, stopping me.
