I see you surprised too. Reid knows someone in Adralle? Who could it be? And why does he seem to have some tough feelings towards that person?
Raees stands there by the window, her arms fold tightly across her chest as it heaves up and down, and again and again. She’s been there for what feels to her like hours, staring out at the city but she's not really seeing it. Her office is usually a sanctuary for her, the one place she used to feel so in control, but today the walls feel like they are pressing in on her, and the place is suffocating, so standing near the windows, overlooking outside, makes it easy to breathe better, just a little bit anyway.The door opens from outside without as much as a knock. She turns sharply to see the intruder, relief and worry colliding in her eyes when she sees Reid step inside the office. His tie is loosened around his neck and his lip is set in a grim line. For once, he didn’t lead with words, he just crosses the room in a few quick strides and pulls her into his arms.“You’re here,” he mutters against her hair, as if he’d been holding his breath the whole way up. "I'm so happy to see y
The van rattled over and over on uneven ground, every bump jostling Cecelia’s limp body against the cold metal floor. She hasn’t stirred since the blow to her neck, the same one that knocked her unconscious. Her head lolled repeatedly and awkwardly to the side, a faint purple bruise already purpling at her jawline.The ride seems endless as the van drove through the city. The city’s glow faded into long, empty stretches of road, and then even that gave way to silence as they drove outside the residential areas. There is absolutely no traffic here, no streetlights, only the occasional flash of headlights from distant trucks. They drove for what feel like hours, until the tires crunched over gravel and the engine finally groan to a stop.“Get her out,” came the voice from the front. The voice belonging to that one man that is the master mind behind the kidnap and everything that's going wrong for Cecelia.Two of the men slide the doors open, the cool night air flooding in. Together, t
Cecelia stretches with a long sigh as she closes the last file on her desk with a soft thud, the bright light casting long shadows behind the office chair as she stretches. Hours of combing through ledgers and account books has left her eyes heavy, but her mind is sharper than it has been in weeks. She finally has something concrete, a pattern in all of the account books and ledgers and a lead worth pursuing.It isn’t victory yet that she should be very happy about, but it is progress. And progress at this start of her career was enough. She sighs again as she sits up straight, finishing her work..She closes pages and open tabs, shuts down her computer, gathers her handbag into her hand, and slips into her long trench coat. The building is quiet now, most of the staff gone, including Rina who had to leave a little bit extra early due to some personal emergency, the distant hum of the air conditioners are the only sound in the halls. With a soft exhale, Cecelia turns off her offic
The scrape of metal against metal jolted Daniel awake. The warehouse door was pulled open, spilling a stripe of light across the concrete floor. He didn’t even bother shielding his eyes anymore. He knew the routine, and now, he's already very bored of it, and it's been starting to show vividly in their very random conversations.Footsteps full the air as the man walks steady and unhurried. Then the tray in his hands. Always a tray, sometimes filled with pastries, sometimes bread, sometimes even fruit. Today it smelled like coffee, and that's a new one.“You’re spoiling me,” Daniel muttered, sitting up and rubbing his wrists where the zip ties used to bite. They’d stopped restraining him days ago. Why? Because they knew he wasn’t running. He wasn’t that stupid, at least it's not yet time to run.The man set the tray down, straightened his jacket, and finally sat across from him like this was just two colleagues on a break. No mask or anything on his face, no attempt at hiding. Just
The glow of Reid’s laptop cast shadows across the living room. It was quiet, almost eerily so, except for the faint hum of the laptops connected to the TV to watch videos, and the soft shuffle of paper as they combed through old articles and videos from that night.They, thankfully have figured out most of the issues that had happened that day but now they want to know the after. What had happened after the incident?Raees scrolled idly through another YouTube rabbit hole on her tablet, lips pressed in a thin line. “Half of these are blurry uploads from ancient camcorders. What exactly are we hoping to find anymore?”“Anything the official story tried to bury,” Reid muttered without looking up, his focus narrowed on an old PDF clipping of a news column.She gave a small sigh, about to scroll past another video, until her finger froze mid-air. Something about the timestamp and the headline. Her voice stuttered. “Wait. I think I might have found something important."R
Holland’s hands shook as he gripped the edge of the folder. “You’re asking me to sign away my life’s work! You are my brother, do you have to make your point so cruelly?”“I’m not asking of you,” Rowland snapped, his voice cracking like a whip, all the meaningless laughter gone from his face. “I’m telling you. You want your precious wife back? Then prove you love her more than you love your damned empire. Sign it, and it will all end like it never happened.”Holland’s throat tightened. Images of Shauna, pale and crying behind the iron bars, rushed at him. The headlines, the whispers, the media they will never be able to prove otherwise to. His chest ached so fiercely he could hardly breathe.He closed his eyes.His pride screamed at him to fight, to tear the contract apart and spit in Rowland’s face. But ir will only worsen the situation, his pride wouldn’t get Shauna home. Pride wouldn’t stop her from rotting away in a cell that she had been forced into based on false accusations, an