LOGINSASHAI wasn’t even done with my drink when this older man, probably in his sixties, just walked straight up to me and asked, “Hi, can I join you?”I looked him straight in the eyes and said, “No.”But he sat down anyway. The chair right next to mine.I frowned. “You’ve got guts, sir. I said no.”He didn’t look offended. He just smiled calmly and said, “My name is Mr. Leo Musk. CEO of EleoN Oil and Gas Limited.”I paused."You feel you could wake up any time and tell people you are Leo Musk of EleoN Oil? Is that how you were raised?" I asked, almost angry at the fake information he had just given me. Well, so I thought."Do I look like one who could do such? Make up lies?" He smiled even when I thought my tone was capable of getting him upset.That last smile gave me the confirmation I needed. His dimples!The Mr. Leo I had always seen on the TV was huge, eloquent and had dimples that were very obvious. Those were the exact features of the man that stood before me. “Wait… what? You a
SASHAToday started slow.I sat quietly in the spa lounge, scrolling through my phone. No one had booked me all morning. Every client kept picking Rita. Again. I couldn’t blame them—Rita had more experience, and honestly, she was good. But it still stung a little.Just as I was about to head to the staff room, the door opened and in walked Mr. Daniel.Tall. Intimidating.Everyone greeted him, including me. But like always, he didn’t respond. Rita walked up to him with her usual friendly smile.“What type of massage would you like today, sir?” she asked.He scanned the menu and chose the most difficult one—the deep tissue massage. It was the kind that required a lot of strength and control.Rita sighed. “Uuuhmm… okay,” she said softly, already preparing in her mind. But then, he spoke again.“No. I want Sasha to handle it.”I looked up, surprised. So did Rita.“OH... Sir, she’s still learning,” Rita said carefully. “This particular session is a bit intense for her.”Mr. Daniel didn’t b
WILLIAMSIt was just another busy day at the office. I was going through some design samples in my office when the door suddenly flew open.“Boss, we need to talk,” Jeff said, walking in fast, clearly upset.I looked up from my desk. “Jeff? What’s the matter?”“It’s Ivy,” he said sharply. “She’s been acting up.”I raised a brow. “How do you mean?”“She’s been coming in late, refusing to clean properly, talking back to staff, and even being rude to me,” Jeff said. “I’ve had it. I wanted to fire her, but I thought I should check with you first.”I rubbed my forehead. Ivy had always been quiet, doing her job without problems. This was new.“Alright. Call her in. Let me hear her side,” I said.Jeff nodded and left, but in less than a minute, he came back, looking even more annoyed.“She won’t come,” he said. “She ignored me like I was invisible.”That was it. I stood up immediately. “Let’s go.”We walked to the staff area. Ivy was there, sitting comfortably and eating a hamburger like not
SASHA“Wait... Did you just say I have a problem? You had the effrontery to ask me that? Do you even know who I am?” Mr. Daniel shouted, the thickness of his voice was capable of bringing down a building from it's roof. It was literally scary.I froze. My heart skipped,. Before I could say anything, Rita and Mr. Marcelo rushed out of the spa."What is the matter Mr. Daniel? Please, calm down." Mr. Marcelo said, his voice low and trying to keep the peace.Daniel pointed at me. “I came outside and saw this girl leaning on my car like it was a park bench. With her dirty clothes. And when I told her to move, she started insulting me.”I gasped. “That’s a lie! I didn’t insult...”“Sasha,” Mr. Marcelo cut me off quickly. “Let him speak.”I kept quiet, swallowing my words even though my throat felt tight.Daniel kept going. “You hire people like this? Is this what your spa has become? Untrained, rude girls touching first-class citizens? Mr. Marcelo?"I looked away. My cheeks burned from sha
SASHAToday was supposed to be exciting. My first official day as a trained masseuse. I had gone through weeks of learning—watching, practicing, even studying human anatomy more than I ever thought I would. I was nervous, but ready.Mr. Marcelo Adrian gave me a smile in the hallway before I entered the spa room. "You’ll do great," he said calmly.Inside, the rooms buzzed quietly. Calm music played in the background, the scent of eucalyptus and lavender drifting through the air.Rita, the head of the masseurs, looked up from the front desk as a well-dressed man in his middle thirties walked in. He wore a sharp navy suit and designer shoes, and from the way he carried himself, it was obvious he was used to attention.“Good morning, Mr. Daniel,” Rita said with a polite smile. “Good to see you again.”“I would like my usual massage,” he said, ignoring Rita's greetings. “And I want you to do it.”Rita glanced at me. “Sasha will be attending to you today Sir. She’s just completed her traini
SASHAI didn’t have much when I left Williams’ house—just a few clothes, my documents, and pain sitting deep in my chest. But I found a small apartment on the edge of town. It wasn’t anything fancy—just a tiny one-bedroom with squeaky windows and a leaking tap in the kitchen. But it was mine. Quiet, simple, safe.After days of searching, I got a job at a local spa—DRIOS SPA AND RELIEFS, not as anything fancy, just as their temporary accountant. Numbers weren’t new to me. I had handled budgets, bills, and balances before. It paid enough to cover my rent and feed me, and for now, that was enough.But every time I finished my work and looked up from the dusty desk, I found myself watching the spa therapists. Their movements were calm, almost graceful. There was something soothing about the way they spoke to clients, worked on tired backs, helped people breathe again."Thank you Miss Rita. Your hands work like magic" I watched customers thank Rita, head of masseurs and I wished I could b
DONALDThe air in Julius's mansion felt colder than usual, even with the sun setting beyond the tall windows. Dust hung lazily in the golden light streaming in. Every creak of the tiled floor and every whisper of the wind outside sent a chill through me. Something wasn't right.We had searched almo
CLAIRETires screeched lightly against the gravel as the taxi slowed down in front of the psychiatric hospital. I had used the cab because I wasn't in the condition to drive. I jumped out before the driver could fully park. My heart thudded, faster than my footsteps. The message I had received was
CLAIREPrison gates closed behind me with a metallic thud that echoed through my bones. Nothing about this visit felt normal. Nothing ever would. Cold concrete walls lined the hallway as I followed a silent officer down the corridor. Every step I took burned with purpose. Julius's hearing was in tw
JULIUSThe air outside the Chicago Police Headquarters was dry and still, the kind that clung to your skin and made your shirt itch against your back. I could barely see out of my swollen eyes, my lip still bleeding from the blows Williams had landed. My wrists ached, from the rope they had tied ar







