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After managing to get into the school building, Mr Whimper stepped out of one of the staff washrooms dressed in a janitor’s uniform. A cap was pulled low over his head and a mask concealed his face too well.He glanced at himself in the mirror, adjusting the outfit carefully, making sure nothing gave him away..Satisfied, he picked up the bucket and mop and looked around, ensuring no one was nearby.He had taken only a few steps when a heavy voice stopped him.“Janitor.”Mr Whimper slowed and paused.“Please, could you clean the hallway at the kids’ section?” the voice continued. “There’s been a spill of water from the hallway leading to the principal’s office.”Without turning around, Mr Whimper muttered, “Okay,” his head still lowered. He remained exactly where he was, listening closely until the footsteps faded and the person moved away. Only then did he act, slipping quickly into a nearby room and disappearing from sight.He hid himself quietly, waiting for the school bell to ring
The next morning, Natalie arrived at the school as early as possible.She walked Isabella to her classroom and gently told her to calm down. She assured her that she was going to speak with the principal. Isabella didn’t resist. She only nodded quietly before going inside.After that, Natalie went straight to the front office and sat in the waiting area, patiently waiting for Principal Putnam.Principal Putnam wasn’t heading into her office at first. But the moment she stepped into the hallway and saw Natalie seated directly in front of her office, she paused.She was clearly taken aback.“Good morning, Miss Natalie,” the principal greeted.Natalie barely acknowledged her. That was not why she was there.They both entered the office. Natalie stood quietly and waited for Principal Putnam to take her seat. When the principal gestured for her to sit as well, Natalie only nodded.“I’m fine standing,” she said calmly.“Principal Putnam,” Natalie began, her voice steady, “I want to understa
Aditi stood in the house, shaking so much. Seeing Natalie face-to-face had forced her to unmask the fear she had hidden from everyone all these years. What she thought was buried was slowly coming back to light, and she didn’t know how to handle it anymore.She had quickly deposited Mr. Torres’s first deposit for the deal, buying herself time for what to do next. Walking back and forth in the living area, her phone hung loosely in her hand when a call came in. She picked it up immediately.“Thank God, Gab. I’ve been trying to reach you since this afternoon,” Aditi muttered without hesitation.“Oh… yeah, Lawyer Aditi,” Gabriella replied. “I had a brief meeting with a senior associate regarding a filing deadline. That’s why I couldn’t call you back on time.”Aditi nodded even though she was alone. “That’s fine,” she said quickly. “Let’s get straight to why I called.”She paused only for a second. “About client Natalie Sam’s issue…I want you to keep her calm for now. Make her believe eve
Natalie had made it to the hospital with her worker. She brought the car to a stop in the parking lot with the engine humming softly before she turned it off. “Here we are,” the gentleman said, unbuckling his seat belt. He turned toward her, noticing how she was peeking through the side mirror towards the hospital entrance..“I’m really grateful you dropped me off, ma’am,” he said sincerely. Natalie turned to him with a small, tight smile. As he stepped out, thanking her over and over, he paused and turned back.“Ma’am, would you like to come inside to see my uncle?” he asked. Natalie hesitated, but he insisted, saying his uncle would be honored to meet his boss. With a soft sigh, she finally got down from the car, still feeling anxious and a little overwhelmed after how the first court hearing had gone earlier that day.Walking just behind him, Natalie followed as they entered the hospital. She glanced around, her eyes wide, as if it were her first time stepping into one.A nurse s
He scanned the surroundings, a deep scowl etched across his face. “Sir, are you sure we’ll find her here?” the man beside him asked nervously, his eyes darting over the disturbed stretch of seashore. “What do you think?” Mr. Whimper replied, his expression still one of distaste.. He cast one last glance at the fiery horizon where the waves crashed against the rocks, then turned away. The man hurried after him, struggling to keep pace in the soft, sinking sand. They pushed through the crowd, weaving past people who fought viciously over seashells. Men and women in ragged clothes shoved and clawed, each determined to claim even one shell for survival. “Do people really make a living from this?” the man muttered in disbelief. “Enough to fight for it,” Whimper said curtly. Soon, the seashore gave way to the slums. The deeper they walked, the heavier the air grew, thick with rot and smoke. The man gagged and pressed a hand to his nose. “God, this stench… I won’t last more than
Mrs Torres' eyes were still widened, frozen in the moment “Now you’re talking… now you’re damn well talking,” she muttered, swinging the door open all the way. A sly smile crept across her face as she looked Aditi up and down, this time with interest instead of disgust. “What’s the take?” she asked, stepping aside. “When should I drop my account number?” “I’ll send it as soon as we finalize the agreement,” Aditi replied smoothly. “I’m down for everything,” Mrs. Torres grinned, “as long as I’m getting my cake and eating it too.” Mrs. Torres stepped aside, letting Aditi in. The door clicked shut behind them. “Sit,” the older woman gestured toward a worn-out couch, then crossed her arms. “Now talk. Ten times the offer,and I still keep the land? You better not be bluffing.” Aditi placed her bag down carefully and met her eyes. “I never bluff, ma’am. But it comes with conditions.” Mrs. Torres narrowed her eyes. “Figures. What kind of conditions?” “You delay the court. Don’t s
“Oh really, darling?” Natalie said warmly as she walked to the dining table, watching Isabella help arrange the dishes. “I might fail,” Isabella murmured as she placed a plate down. Just then, Mom Kiara walked in, taking a bowl from Natalie’s hands. “Not at all,” she said gently. “Remember, you
He smiled back at her and nodded. “You’re welcome.” Isabella kept smiling up at him, her eyes studying his face. After a quiet pause, she muttered softly, “You have the same smile as me.” Liam blinked, a little taken aback. “Oh…” he said, surprised. “I see,” he added with a gentle chuckle. “My
The morning in California came glowing with soft sunlight. Natalie rushed out of her car the moment it came to a stop in front of the restaurant. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she hurried inside.As soon as Mr. Tony spotted her, he stood up immediately.“Natalie,” he greeted, pulling h
The spotlight falls gently on a young woman standing at the center of the stage. Around her, the production team watched in silence, eyes focused.. A man steps forward, eyes locked on her. He raises his head and begins with emotion. “There is nothing I would trade for the sound of your laughter…







