Third PersonClara looks around the room, hyperventilating as the realization sets in that she is actually in danger. She tries her best to listen to Stella, who guides her from down the hall on what to see and look out for. Clara does not even question why Stella knows what to look for, simply doin
StellaThe night wind feels nice and gentle against my skin. My bag bumps against my hip, bouncing back and forth with my laptop inside. The moon hangs low in the night sky and it is big and yellow, a warm and welcoming sight while I make my way home.Adrian’s new project was launched today. I helpe
Third Person“The numbers won’t stop rising,” the assistant of Osborne Pharmaceuticals states. Their eyes remain glued onto the screen and they watch as the numbers of Adrian’s new projects skyrockets.First, it began in the tens of thousands. Next, it quickly rose into the hundreds thousands of pat
AdrianThe room is like a blur from all around me with employees passing me by and Michael, alongside other shareholders, pop open a bottle of expensive champagne. Their laughs are loud and echo across the room while me and my team work tirelessly to make for sure that there are no cracks that can b
AdrianThe blank ceiling of my bedroom is not enough to calm me down but it is just enough to keep my mind distracted from the revelation that has been exposed by Stella at the hospital not even an hour ago.Clara has been faking her illness. She has been pretending to be sick in order to gain my at
StellaI slowly exit the taxi cab and pay the driver, watching as he speeds away. The wind is chilly, cooling down my warm skin during the hot summer’s day. I push some of my hair behind my ear and begin my ascent up the stairs.The hospital doors slide open and I am greeted by Matteo. He wears his