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You’re Working for Him

Author: Neena
last update publish date: 2026-07-27 06:27:50

Cassie

Principal Grace is sitting behind her desk and she looks exactly how I remember from the last time I had to come here—a woman in her fifties with graying hair pulled back in a neat bun, wearing a cardigan that’s seen better days and glasses that sit too low on her nose.

She looks tired in that particular way people get when they’ve been dealing with teenagers and bureaucracy for too many years.

“Ms. Brennan. Thank you for coming so quickly.” She gestures to the chair across from her des
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  • Blood and Mercy   She Knows

    Mara is staring at me, waiting for me to deny it, to tell her she’s wrong, to say something that makes this make sense. But I can’t. The words are stuck somewhere in my throat and all I can do is stand here on the sidewalk outside her school while the silence between us grows heavier with every second that passes.Her eyes narrow. “Cassie.”It’s not a question. It’s a demand. I grab her arm before she can say anything else, my fingers closing around her elbow harder than I mean to.“Get in the car,” I say quietly. “We’ll talk about this at home.”She yanks away from me but she moves toward the car anyway because what choice does she have. I’m her ride home. I’m the one who showed up when the school called. I’m the only person she’s got right now even if she hates me for it.The back door opens and Mara climbs in, her boots scraping against the doorframe on the way. She glances once at Kai through the gap between the seats, just long enough for me to see her taking him in, filing aw

  • Blood and Mercy   You’re Working for Him

    CassiePrincipal Grace is sitting behind her desk and she looks exactly how I remember from the last time I had to come here—a woman in her fifties with graying hair pulled back in a neat bun, wearing a cardigan that’s seen better days and glasses that sit too low on her nose. She looks tired in that particular way people get when they’ve been dealing with teenagers and bureaucracy for too many years.“Ms. Brennan. Thank you for coming so quickly.” She gestures to the chair across from her desk. “Please, sit.”I sit and my hands immediately want to start shaking again so I press them flat against my thighs and wait.“I’m so sorry about this,” I say before she can start. “Whatever Mara did, I—I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”Principal Grace’s expression softens slightly. “I appreciate that. But we need to discuss what happened today.”She folds her hands on top of a file folder on her desk and I see Mara’s name printed on the tab.“Mara was involved in a physical altercation d

  • Blood and Mercy   Don’t Fall Apart

    CassieThe car door closes behind me and the sound of it feels final, like I just crossed some invisible line I can’t uncross.I’m in the back seat and Kai is across from me and the driver is pulling away from the mansion, and my brain is still trying to catch up to what just happened. I pull up Mara’s contact, and press call.It rings once.Twice.Three times. VoicemailI hang up and try again immediately because maybe she just didn’t hear it, maybe her phone was in her bag or she had it on silent or—Voicemail again.My fingers are shaking when I lower the phone to my lap and I realize I’m breathing too fast, each breath coming shallow and quick like I can’t quite fill my lungs all the way.What happened? The principal said incident but that could mean anything. Mara could be hurt. She could have hurt someone else. She could be in trouble with the police or expelled or—I press my thumbnail hard into the soft part of my palm and use the sharp sting to anchor myself.Stop spiraling.

  • Blood and Mercy   Is this Progress…?

    Cassie The next morning I’m in the library returning a book I finished reading last night when I couldn’t sleep.The library is massive, two stories tall with built-in shelves that stretch all the way to the ceiling and one of those rolling ladders attached to a rail so you can reach the top shelves. There are reading chairs scattered throughout, deep leather things that look like they’ve been here for decades, and tall windows that let in streams of morning light.I’m tucking the book back into its spot on one of the lower shelves when I hear voices coming from deeper in the room, near the reading area by the fireplace.I freeze, my hand still on the book’s spine. Katrina’s voice, measured and controlled like always.“Ethan called again yesterday. He’s worried about the Bradson account. They want to meet with you before they commit to the next phase.”Kai’s response is flat and dismissive. “Tell him to handle it.”“He can’t handle everything alone, Kai. The company needs you. You w

  • Blood and Mercy   The First Step

    CassieI’m still standing on the lawn when Mara finally picks up on the second ring, and the second she hears my voice, she starts yelling.“Stop calling me, Cassie. Just stop. We don’t need you checking in every five minutes like you’re some kind of warden keeping tabs on us.”“Mara, I just wanted to—”“I don’t care what you wanted. We’re fine. Jonah’s fine. Everything’s fine without you here, so maybe just leave us alone for once.”“Please, can we just talk about—” The line goes dead before I can finish.I pull the phone away from my ear and stare at the screen for a second, then try Miles again even though I already know he’s not going to answer.Straight to voicemail.I lower the phone and stand there on the lawn with the evening settling in around me, the sky going purple and gray at the edges, and I don’t know what else to do.My throat feels raw, scratchy from crying earlier, and I need water before I can go upstairs and lock myself in my room and pretend today didn’t happen.I

  • Blood and Mercy   Everyone needs someone Mr Kai

    KaiI spend most of the afternoon in my studio, but not in front of the easel this time because I’m tired of staring at blank canvases that mock me with their emptiness.Instead I’m going through old sketchbooks, the ones I filled before the accident when drawing was still easy and my hands knew what to do without me having to think about it.There are dozens of them stacked on the shelves, years of work, and I pull one down at random and flip it open.Architectural sketches. Building facades. Interior spaces. All the things I used to design when the company was new and I was working on every project myself instead of just overseeing from a distance.My hands were confident in these drawings. The lines are clean and sure, no hesitation, just pure intention translated onto paper.I don’t know how to do that anymore. A knock on my studio door pulls me out of the sketchbook.“Mr Kai?” Mrs. Rosalind’s voice, practical and no-nonsense as always.“What is it?”“I’m changing your linens toda

  • Blood and Mercy   Monday, Four Days From Now

    CassieKatrina goes still. Like she wasn’t expecting me to say yes so fast.Then she reaches into her bag. Pulls out a pen and slides it across the table.It’s heavy when I pick it up. The kind of pen that feels important just holding it.I flip to the last page.There’s a line at the bottom with t

  • Blood and Mercy   The Contract

    CassieI’ve never been to a café like this before.White marble tables. Gold accents on everything. The kind of place where the lighting is soft enough to make everyone look expensive. There’s a glass case near the counter filled with pastries that probably cost more than my grocery budget for a we

  • Blood and Mercy   They won’t Know

    CassieI don’t know how long I sit there. Could be twenty minutes. Could be an hour. Time feels strange right now, like it’s moving too fast and too slow at the same time.Eventually I get up. My legs are stiff and my back aches from sitting on the hard floor, but I make it to the break room and po

  • Blood and Mercy   The Test Result

    CassieThe break room smells like burnt coffee and something else I can’t quite place. Maybe it’s the trash nobody’s taken out in three days, or maybe it’s just the weight of too many double shifts soaking into the walls. I don’t know anymore.It’s three in the morning. The fluorescent lights overh

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