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Lynott's Vendetta

Author: Janina peters
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-29 04:43:47

The fluorescent lights of the office didn’t seem like an asylum light to me anymore. I am already getting used to it. I wonder if this is how 9-5 jobs become normalized. Mr Wilson and I finally found a balanced ground to work. After the whole buzz last time, we began to work on actual real articles.

Mr. Wilson is behind his desk, his face a mask of concentration as he proofreads the latest article about embezzlement. I’m doing the same, highlighting typos and grammatical errors with practiced ease. This is the type of article that keeps Me Wilson going. The type of news that keeps him glued to his laptop and thankfully, it makes him busy and less of a douchebag.

Then, the 'ping' of a new notification slices through the air. Wilson glances at his laptop, his brow furrowing. Another ping. And another. My own laptop lights up with the same insistent alert.

"What in the hell...?" Wilson mutters, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He clicks on the notification, his face slowly turnin
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  • THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA    Lynott's Vendetta

    The fluorescent lights of the office didn’t seem like an asylum light to me anymore. I am already getting used to it. I wonder if this is how 9-5 jobs become normalized. Mr Wilson and I finally found a balanced ground to work. After the whole buzz last time, we began to work on actual real articles. Mr. Wilson is behind his desk, his face a mask of concentration as he proofreads the latest article about embezzlement. I’m doing the same, highlighting typos and grammatical errors with practiced ease. This is the type of article that keeps Me Wilson going. The type of news that keeps him glued to his laptop and thankfully, it makes him busy and less of a douchebag.Then, the 'ping' of a new notification slices through the air. Wilson glances at his laptop, his brow furrowing. Another ping. And another. My own laptop lights up with the same insistent alert."What in the hell...?" Wilson mutters, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He clicks on the notification, his face slowly turnin

  • THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA    The Hunt Begins

    My stomach dances around with some unknown emotion. They are just headphones but Aaron got them.THE Aaron!“Thank you,” I stutter, clutching the new noise-canceling headphones. “I…I love them. Really.”I let out a shaky breath. I try not to look relieved for some odd reason. Relief because it’s Aaron, who seems…concerned, almost. Aaron finally settles onto one of the plush sofas, the leather creaking softly under his weight. He focuses on the plate in front of him, chewing slowly. The television screen glows softly illuminating his face and I almost drool at how he looks.Normal people don’t look like Greek gods right? His face is something you would imagine in a book or drawn by an animator. I just need him to be my inspiration for my book. Nothing else.The weird feeling in my chest doesn’t matter. I am just being delusional. I’m a writer after all and we imagine things in different situations. Same thing I did with Drew. This means nothing.We exist in silence, two separate entit

  • THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA    Protected

    The smell of coffee and sizzling bacon fills the air as I sit beside Drew at the breakfast table. We sit in silence for a while as we eat... more like he eats. For someone who claims he isn’t hungry, he is already halfway through his plate, a mountain of scrambled eggs disappearing at an alarming rate. I poke mindlessly at my toast, the butter congealing in little pools."What are you planning on doing today, Mia?" Drew asks, his voice surprisingly gentle.I shrug. "Probably just work on my book. I'm trying to get started on this chapter."His eyebrows rise. "Oh yeah, you write books. Can I read it sometime?"I shake my head, a small smile playing on my lips. "Not yet. It's still... a work in progress."The truth is, it's terrible. I'm pretty sure I'll never let any eye see whatever trash I’m writing.Just then, Drew's phone rings. He glances at the caller ID, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face, before he stands up."Gotta take this," he mumbles, and disappears out of the dining

  • THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA    Shades of silence

    It is finally the weekend and I sigh deeply as I roll over on my bed ready to enter the next wave of sleep. It’s funny how someone who is basically under captive is so relaxed but at this point I can’t care less. Just as I am about to close my eyes, my phone rings and I groan in frustration.Just one day of rest.Can’t I get that?I realize it’s Noah and quickly answer the call.“Look who has been too busy to reach out.” Noah says and I feel a tinge of guilt. From overworking myself at Laser to attempting to work on my book, my life has been pretty much busy.“I’m sorry. The.. the book has been a lot.” I say and he sighs on the other end."Just take your time. The entire story doesn’t have to fall in place once. Take it one chapter at a time.”“Yeah.” I laugh nervously.How do I tell him that all I have is the character profile of the male main character?“So how’s the big city? Making friends? You haven’t even taken pictures or anything.” He complains playfully and I laugh.I am obvi

  • THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA    A Glimmer of hope

    It’s almost midnight and I'm back at my usual spot in the living room. For some reason, the atmosphere here makes me think better or not sleep off in seconds. The difference between this night and the others is that instead of working on my new book, I’m searching for a dead labour union leader. Strange enough, no news outlet carried it, not even blogs or YouTube channels. It could be two things; the news is false or someone stopped it from circulating.The front door closes and I quickly close the tab and open a blank page which is meant to have the new chapter I should be working on. Aaron walks in, gives me a side glance before heading upstairs. I let out a shaky breath and focus on my laptop. The lights in the living room may be dim but the colour red on a white shirt is too pronounced to go undetected. I try to convince myself it is paint but after being on the other side of his gun, I knew it was blood.Almost an hour later, I manage to write half a page but I’m not so proud of

  • THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA    A Plan Unfold

    “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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