REWRITTEN AS THE VILLAIN

Thor picked up on the first ring. Like he had been waiting for me long before I made the decision to place it.“Gianne,” he said. “Didn’t think you’d call again.” There wasn't a hint of surprise in his tone.I stayed seated on the edge of the bed, phone pressed against my ear, while Mia remained across the room, watching without interrupting. “Well,” I said, keeping my tone steady, “here I am.”“What do you want?”“I need out of the country.” The line went quiet. “I need everything arranged tonight,” I continued. “Documents, travel, somewhere to stay until things settle.”“And how are you planning to pay me?”I gripped my phone harder. “I have intel on Trinity.”The silence stretched longer this time. “You know what you’re stepping into,” he said after a while.“I do.”“And you’re still choosing it?”“I’m choosing not to stay here.”A faint sound passed through the line. Almost a laugh, but not enough to be called one.“Okay.” The answer came too easily.The line disconnected, for a m

I got home drained, today’s events still playing in my head. “Thor hasn’t replied to my message yet.” It felt wrong, like something sitting too still. Director Kade’s words kept looping in my head, he had told me to do research on the interviewers.I sat in front of my laptop and forced myself into it, writing down everything I could find on the company portal. It was past midnight, my eyes already dry, my focus slipping in and out. I have to find just one loophole or else…The network failed, I tried again. It loaded, stalled, then redirected me.“How on earth…”I stared at the screen longer than I should have, and at some point, my eyes just gave out, and everything went black.I woke up and checked the time. I'm late!!! I ran through the house getting ready as fast as I could, grabbed two slices of bread without thinking, rushed out and got to the bus stop still trying to catch my breath.I sat down and leaned back for a second, just a second, before getting off at my stop and fixi

“Use that brain this time,” Orion said, pointing a card to his head.The man, defeated, reluctantly told them to let me go. He made an attempt to move the suitcase to his side, but Orion stopped him and grabbed it."You missed your chance" Orion gave him a burning glare, which made the man lower his eyes instantly.He held my hand, and we walked out of there. I was shaking and feeling cold from the inside. What did I just witness? I almost got in trouble.“I wasn’t meaning to stalk you. I’m sorry,” I said, looking down.“And thank you for tonight,” I added.“Lucian saved you, not me. Don’t follow Lucian around like that.”“It’s…” I paused. “I wasn’t following him, I just got it wrong.”“Get in the car. I’ll take you to the hospital. You’re wounded.”“It’s fine, I’ll just patch it up,” I said.“I can’t stand seeing bruises on people.”I sat down and fastened the seatbelt. Bruises would be normal if he deals with people like that. We drove out, and police sirens blared past us.We stopp

(Gianne’s POV) " Do you care to dance?" A fine young man approaches me. I’ve always wanted to do a ball dance. I size him up. "Yes," I take the last sip of my drink and place it down, taking his hand to join the dance. Suddenly, someone pulls me back. It is Lucian, blocking him from me. Whatever their history is, from the look of things. Everywhere is about to get tense. My tummy starts cramping. “I have an emergency,” I say, tapping Lucian Blackwood. He gives me a cold glare and exits the ballroom. I scurry after him. I follow him past two long staircases. He purposely ignores the elevator. By this time, I am panting heavily. He is too energetic. We reach the hallway. He stops abruptly and leans on the wall with both arms crossed. I stop in my tracks. “Go on, seems like you have a business up here,” he says. I am dumbfounded, nothing satisfies him. He didn't move an inch. “When can I go home?” “Anytime you want.” I check the time and turn to leave, but his voice stops

Gianne I rush out of the store, trying to find out who this person is or whether they even know me. I scan everywhere, but there’s no sign of them.Uneasiness settles in my chest. Could this be Thor? Who am I supposed to call?I stand there for a while before finally getting into a taxi. My head is pounding, and the fever feels worse again.We enter my street, and that’s when I see them, the same figure coming out of the grocery store, her physique, her clothes, everything familiar. Then the brightly dressed woman joins her, and they walk side by side.“I’ll stop here,” I say.The car halts, and I step out quickly, moving fast enough to catch up with them.They slow down, clearly aware someone is following.“Thanks for the bills,” I say, touching the lady in black, hoping to catch a glimpse of her face, but she dodges me, nods, and keeps walking leaving me with the other woman.“My name is Britney,” she says, extending her hand.“Nice to meet you,” I reply, shaking it, my eyes still