Against All Odds

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• THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA    Risk Me For Her

  MIAOnce again, Mr Wilson is not in the office. This time around he’s trying to find any available scoop concerning Kraftman Group. I barely paid attention to him when he was screaming about missing the Kraftman scoop and he vowed to find more.I have other worries. After Aaron handed me the risky documents that were meant to gain my sister’s freedom, I have yet to call the abductor who is meant to take the documents. My fingers hover over the cold glass of my phone screen, trembling just slightly. The unknown number blazes back at me, a stark invitation to a risky gamble.My heart thumps against my ribs. What if it doesn’t go well? What if they find out that Aaron and I are working together and harm my sister? So many thoughts run through my head. I take a deep breath but the shaky intake of air does little to calm the tremor in my hands. Dread coils in my stomach, a cold, heavy knot. But then, a voice echoes in my mind, “I’ll never let anything happen to you.” Aaron’s exact words t

• THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA    Louder Than Walls

  MIAMy breath still hitches in my throat. I can still feel Aaron’s lips on mine, his hands on my body. Aaron’s hand still rests on the small of my back as we finally leave the room, the quiet click of the door echoing softly. My legs feel shaky, my mind is still a haze of sensation, and Aaron’s whispers against my ear.We descend the large staircase, each step a gentle creak in the otherwise silent house. The air grows cooler as we reach the ground floor. The scent of dinner fills the house and my stomach growls in excitement. As we turn into the living area, the scene that greets us makes my heart pound for an entirely different reason.Drew stands near the large window, his shoulders hunched, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He looks around awkwardly, his gaze darting from the ceiling to the patterned rug beneath his feet, anywhere but at us. Across the room, Trina is perched on the edge of a plush sofa, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her expression is a thunderclou

• THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA    "Don't Call It Jealousy(But It Is)"

  MIAI've seen that look before. Same look he had in his family estate. The night we almost… Him staring at me this same way sent tingling sensations down my body. I can't be feeling this way but his eyes aren't helping me. The air between us buzzes with an unspoken tension, a thrilling anticipation that leaves me breathless, eager for what might come."Aaron? What… what do you want?" I finally ask, my fingers gripping the ends of the t-shirt.My voice cracks, betraying the tremor running through me. My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic rhythm against the sudden stillness of the room. He looks like he wants to rip this t-shirt off my body and claim me right here, right now.He finally moves, a slow, deliberate step that closes the distance between us. His voice is a low rumble, laced with a dangerous possessiveness. "I don't like it, Mia."I blink, confused. "Don't like what?"His gaze flickers to my lips, then back to my eyes, and I swear I can see the raw want there. "How clo

• THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA    "Flavors Of Calm, Shadows Of Him"

  MIAIt's finally the end of the work day, and I hurriedly pack my things. Thankfully, Mr. Wilson never returned, so unlike others who ended up working overtime due to the whole news mess, I’m running out of the company. My brain feels like mush, my shoulders ache because of the intense cleaning, and the only thought occupying my mind is escape—escape back into the comfort of my room.Then, the familiar rumble of an engine outside the large doors of the company. It’s Drew. I’ve never felt happier to see someone after the hectic day I had.The thought of seeing Drew’s easy smile, the way his eyes crinkle when he’s amused, and his jokes too. It's a therapy for the exhaustion that has settled deep into my bones.I step out of the building, the late afternoon air cool against my skin. Drew is leaning against the car. His face has a goofy grin as he holds out a small paper bag, and I know immediately what it is. Ice cream. My heart does a little flip. It’s such a small thing, but after the

• THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA    The Silence Before The Storm

  MIAThe peaceful silence in Mr. Wilson’s office was broken a while ago by the chaos outside. Everyone is on their toes because of the news. I’m sure they didn’t see it coming. This is the one news article that Laser didn’t know about. I wonder how Drew got the information and found a way to spread it without informing Laser.I look around the now tidy office and pat myself on the back. For someone who rarely does house chores, I did a pretty good job. My back aches. My feet throb. I slump into the plush leather chair, a sigh escaping my lips. Organizing those shelves felt like an extreme sport, each shelf a new battle. After I found the Kraftman and Larry link, I just focused on sorting the files and nothing extra. Dust coats my fingers, and I can still feel the faint pain in my arms from lifting those heavy binders. I wonder why Mr Wilson never got it cleaned in the past or was he saving it as a punishment for me?I sigh and look around the medium-sized office. Mr. Wilson isn’t here.

• THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA    "Charity Burned , Empire Shaken"

  DREW“You have my word,” Aaron says. “Don’t ruin them. Not yet. I want them to get off their scheming throne for a while so we can make up a plan.”“Oh, they’re so going to be busy. Extremely.” I reply, a little too happily.My fingers already fly across the keyboard, a familiar tingle of chaos coursing through my veins. I finally have something to work on. I originally planned to bum out the entire day and go get Mia by evening but now, I’ve never been happier to ruin someone’s life.My focus narrows to a single target: the Kraftman Group database. Aaron wants blood, and I’m the one who will catch the prey. Even though he asked me not to go too far. I navigate through layers of corporate firewalls, bypassing overly tight encryption like it’s child’s play. This is my fort.My fingers hit the keys, a frantic rhythm as I dig, searching for anything – cheating scandals, embezzlement, anything that will implicate this bastard company. My mind is a trap, every detail, every line of code, p