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A Plan Unfold

Author: Janina peters
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-17 17:15:00

“Who were you talking to?”

I feel my blood run cold as I look up from the laptop and see Mr Lynott smiling at me. I wonder if he heard the whole conversation but the smile on his face makes me want to think otherwise.

“My cousin.” I try keeping a straight face but my hands shake slightly.

“No personal calls during work hours Miss Corvin.” He cautions but he still has a smile on his face.

“Sorry sir.” I let out a subtle sigh of relief. He waves his hand dismissively before looking around.

“Where is Mr Wilson? He said he had an interesting scoop for me.”

“He left hurriedly but I’ll send the work to the media team in a few minutes.” He gives me a thumbs up.

“I’ll be off now.” As soon as the door closes behind him, I sink into the chair. I have to be careful. I didn’t want to imagine what would’ve been the outcome if he heard my conversation with Drew. I doubt it would have ended with me getting fired.

I skim through the work and am about to hit send when a couple of words catch my eyes.

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    MIAI walk out of the interrogation room, the bright lights of the police station still buzzing in my ears. The air outside feels heavy, thick with the unspoken questions that linger even after I’ve given my statement. My voice still feels raw from repeating the revised version of events, the one where Aaron doesn't exist in Mabel’s entire kidnapping. Every word I choose is calculated. I try to keep the rescue story straight to avoid implicating Aaron. They ask about the kidnappers, their motive, and the precise details of how Mabel was recovered. I invented a story about a random phone call that threatened me and made me travel back immediately. I explained that I arrived at the scene and saw them already on the ground. I describe the call, the men, anything to deflect from the real, dangerous complexity of it all. My heart pounds with each fabrication, but my face remains impassive. The police look at me with a mixture of sympathy and suspicion, but they have no real evidence to co

  • THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA    The Truth We Didn't Tell

    MIA“Mabel!” The name tears from my throat, a ragged whisper and a desperate shout all at once. She looks up, her eyes wide. A gasp, a small, fragile sound, escapes her as she sees me. In a flash, she’s running towards me away from Trina. Her little legs pump, a blur of motion, and then she’s in my arms.I drop to my knees, crushing her against me. My arms wrap around her so tightly I feel her small ribs press against my chest. “Are you alright? Are you hurt, baby?” My voice is raw, thick with unshed tears. I pull back just enough to search her face, my fingers tracing the soft curve of her cheek, checking for any bruise, any sign of trauma.Mabel nods, timidly at first, then more confidently. “Yes, Mia. I’m okay now.” Her voice is small, but steady. That simple affirmation is a lifeline tossed to my drowning soul. A shiver of profound gratitude runs through me, so intense it almost buckles my knees.I hold her closer again, burying my face in her hair. The world feels like it just e

  • THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA    A Bribe!

    TRINAThe words echo in my head: You handle Mabel. Aaron's voice is firm, leaving no room for argument. I hate Mia, her relationship or whatever with Aaron makes my blood boil but Mabel... Mabel is innocent. A child caught in a web of adult sins.I peel away from Aaron and Drew in the black SUV and head towards the storehouse. The address for Mabel screams trap, but I don't care. Aaron needs me to do this, and he knows I will do anything to get blood on my hands. Two goons stand guard outside the only visible entrance, leaning against the wall, looking bored. One yawns, the other scratches his belly. "This is bullshit," one of them complains. "Stuck babysitting a brat. What's the big deal? And she talks a lot, man."My blood boils. They have no idea who they are dealing with. I pull my silver Glock 19 from its holster, checking the silencer. The metal is cold against my skin, and it makes me shiver in pleasure. I creep closer, using the shadows as my ally. A steady breath, a focused

  • THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA    Knees to Dust, Hands to Flame

    MIAThe warehouse air hangs thick with the scent of dust and fear. I watch as his face twists into something I can only describe as pure shock. His jaw slackens. His eyes, seconds ago filled with a cold triumph, now dart around like a trapped bird. Aaron and Drew stand framed in the doorway, silhouettes against the dim light, looking like dark angels of vengeance in a heroic movie.My abductor barely breathes. His hand, shaking slightly, clutches the document I gave him – the very document that was supposed to secure my freedom, or at least Mabel’s. He holds it tight to his chest, as if it’s a shield against the inevitable. His head shakes slowly, a desperate denial, as his gaze sweeps the expansive warehouse, searching, always searching, for an escape route that isn't there. Suddenly, the warehouse is no longer quiet. A flurry of movement erupts from the deeper shadows. Shouts echo, heavy boots pound against concrete. More goons, probably rush in. They must have heard the gunshot. T

  • THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA    "Tread Soft, You Walk on Fire"

    AARONI grip the steering wheel, knuckles white as I slam the pedal to the metal. The Texas highway blurs into a grey streak outside the window. Drew's location is burned into my memory. He'd sent them a few minutes ago with a short text: "They brought her here."Rage, cold and sharp, coils in my gut. They think they can touch what's mine? They think they can just snatch Mia and her sister like they're some fucking prize? They have another thing coming.I know Drew is just waiting for the orders. I’m even surprised he didn’t act on impulse and barge into the place already. My car slowly comes to a stop.I spot Drew’s black SUV parked on the road ahead. He's leaning against the hood, arms crossed, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. The sun glints off his perfectly styled hair, a stark contrast to the grim determination churning inside me. As I pull up, Drew pushes himself off the car and saunters over, the grin widening as he climbs into the passenger seat. "Took you long enough, bo

  • THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA    The Warehouse Gospel

    MIAThe car rumbles to a halt. My heart, a frantic hummingbird, beats against my ribs. A rough hand yanks the blindfold from my eyes. The sudden rush of light makes me blink, disoriented, but I force my gaze to remain steady. I need to look confident, even though every cell in my body screams in terror.My bag is still clutched in my lap, miraculously intact. Inside, the carefully compiled documents on Aaron rest, a heavy secret. A chilling thought flickers: why didn't they just take the papers? Why abduct me from the taxi in broad daylight merely to escort me here? It makes no sense. There is no time to dwell on that thought. A firm grip on my arm propels me forward. I stumble slightly, regaining my footing. The air outside is cool, metallic, smelling faintly of dust and something acrid – probably chemicals from the industrial area we must be in. My eyes scan the bleak landscape; it’s an unknown warehouse. Knowing Texas we’ll, the government probably doesn’t know it even exists.The

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