Here is the latest entry from Hero’s digital journal, which is saved in his ultra secured Cloud account…I’ve abandoned doing this ever since I joined the Scout Commandos. It was too much of a security risk to keep any record of my life, especially online. But I can’t help it now. I’m breaking with the realizations that are going through me like an avalanche…And I can’t tell anyone. Not even my parents. Or my trusted contacts. Not even that one person who I have treasured since I met her last year. The one person I consider my best and dearest friend in the whole wide world…Because this realization is all about her.I can’t say it enough. I have done this kind of session hundreds of times from the beginning of my training until now. Never have I gotten used to it. And now…Lyra… why does it have to be you this time? Why do you have to ask for that stupid Addendum? Why can’t you just tell me what happened to you that you would wish this sort of “treatment” from me? And why… WHY did I
“Ms. Marina Eliza Reid, may I introduce our newest Business Analyst, Professor Aliyah Raquel Semana. Lyra, meet Rina, The Nanny. She’s the topmost security analyst in the government and one of the best private investigator in our own list of contacts.””Was the topmost security analyst in the government. I’m no longer working for them, Hero.””B-but, your card says…””And you fell for that so easily, dear girl. You need to be more careful next time. These are very dangerous times. Oh, you’re even planning to serve my cheese loaf to your boss? My goodness, what if it was poisoned?”“I-I didn’t mean… But you are so nice and sweet…””Dear, even the wolf dressed up like a grandma when receiving Little Red Riding Hood, alright?”“Here’s the list of your mistakes regarding receiving any guests in this unit, Lyra. I want you to set them to heart. Take the liberty of printing it out and posting them near the door if necessary.””Y-yes Sir Bien, I apologize for my mistake.””Mistakes, darling,
“Well gentlemen, we have finally found the time to meet once again. It’s been a while and I appreciate your efforts in finally putting the plan in motion.”The three men in the dimly-lit and spacious classic dining room are all so different from each other. The taller but sinewy one is obviously the leader and it can be felt in his dignity and voice. The shorter, more muscular one is obviously a bit intimidated by the speaker but can still hold his own. The third beefy but shortest one seems to just be happy being there.Despite the differences, they are all quite united in their cause. At least, the cause The Mastermind has presented.…”By the time we're done here, we will see a different business rise along with better leaders. And all this will only take the barest minimum requirements from us. Of course, it's better this way since the less people we have, the better we can keep everything a secret.””Of course Sir," agreed the averagely-muscled male. "By the way, the mission that
The tall, slim surgeon in his early sixties looks worriedly at the opened package on his table. It has been sitting there for many nights and has not been moved ever since he found it on the same spot in his office. How its messenger was able to go through his high-security system in his private villa, he still could not understand. But here's the proof staring him in the face. And to those who are unaware of the exclusive club that he is a part of, all they will see is a piece of crimson cloth lying at the bottom of a small square box.But to him, it is meant to be a death sentence.It just started as a means of relaxation, a personal treat that only men of power and prestige can enjoy due to money and connection. And now…He should have seen it even before when Ted and Earl died.Wrong word… not died... murdered. His banker did tell him about the red cloth and wondered why his friend Earl decided to ignore it. But then again Teddy went into hiding and was still eventually found. So
“We won’t be having a session tonight, Lyra. Don't take this off the table and you won’t need to unpack these either. I’ll be taking care of this myself tomorrow. And you won't be cooking dinner tonight.”Bien carefully places his heavy black traveling bag on top of the dining room table in the office. Earlier on, he had dropped off Lyra at her building then went off to collect his Dominance paraphernalia before heading back to the office. As per the usual system, Lyra had already messaged him that she’s already waiting for him there.The diligent business analyst suddenly stops her work from her desk. It was situated within the condo’s living room space. Hero could've sworn that she looked slightly disappointed but that could've been his imagination since she's quite a distance from where he was. ”We won’t? I-I mean... So do I continue with the business analyst work instead, Bien?””Yes… and no.””Pardon me?” The puzzled look on the woman's face is now clear to Bien since he is alre
Hero steps out of the limo and holds the door open for her. She is wearing a dark maroon business suit that hugged her curves while her silken white camisole dipped an inch or so below her rounded cleavage. Blood red lip tint, brown-black eyeshadow tints with just a hint of red on her cheeks. Simple gold chain with an opal pendant with matching thin bracelet and earrings. Mama will definitely approve…Her straight dark red hair is now tied in a loose french knot, a few strands falling down the front of her face and the back of her neck. Lyra hardly realizes that her new hairstyle was showing off more of her smooth tanned skin than her boss/student wanted to see at the moment.She’s just so lovely… her curves, so seductive… and her perfume smells so good… Alright, calm down Hero or you’ll slip again like what you did at the office.Even as they were riding silently at the back of the limo, sitting a foot apart in the back seat, Hero was having a hard time shutting off the scene in the
Currently, two texters are chatting on their messaging apps…Sender 1: Hey, will you still be showing up later?Sender 2: I don’t know. It will be pretty late when this party ends, I’m sure of that!Sender 1: What?! Aren’t they supposed to be just talking about business?Sender 2: Well, it started out that way and now they’re being all chummy and nice.Sender 1: That doesn’t sound good. Should THAT even happen?Sender 2: The Mastermind thinks it’s a great idea. You can’t counter what he wants. It’s part of the plan.Sender 1: And what about what I want? It’s not fair! I’m the one who really wants Lyra, not that overly muscular militia millionaire!Sender 2: Billionaire bro. You can’t fight him on that.Sender 1: Yes, I can. When the plan is completed, he will be losing everything and all he owns will be all mine!Sender 2: Ours, dude. Ours. Sender 1: Fine. Ours. So, you really can’t come over. I’ve set everything up already.Sender 2: I’ll see if I can manage it after this. Otherwise,
The doctor had to endure the sling. He had no choice due to the wound on his arm. The bullet had cut through a few muscles and now his upper arm needs extra support in order to heal completely.Meanwhile, I’ve had the time to complete my Plan B. In light of recent events, I’m not going to take any more chances. My visitor will be arriving tonight and we start putting the plan in action by then. For now, I make my normal rounds...”How is the rescheduling progressing, Ms. Reid?” Dr. Gabriel Mendez asks the woman behind the largest desk in the lounge area. ”My replacement is doing a wonderful job, doctor. Your enhancement and augmentation surgeries have all been transferred to next month with very little complaints from your clients. Meanwhile, the other minor procedures that you have scheduled these next two weeks have all been transferred to your other resident surgeons.””Thank you. And I’m hoping your replacement can be as astute and competent as you have been for these past few mon