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15. CALLS
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2026-10-16 04:21:14
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TOO LATE ALEX 22. ANOTHER GHOST IN MY HOME
Breakfast was quiet for once, and I hated every second of it, because quiet in this house never meant peace, it only meant somebody upstairs was planning something.Neither Catherine's chair nor Serena's had been touched, so the only sound was my fork against the plate, and I wasn't even eating, I was just pushing scrambled eggs from one side to the other until they looked busy. The newspapers sat where Ermund had left them beside my plate, every one folded open to the same grainy picture, my baby, cropped and brightened and sitting under a headline that asked the whole country who the father was.I touched the edge of the picture with one finger. I hadn't even looked at it properly myself, not for as long as I wanted to, and now it belonged to strangers eating toast and clicking their tongues and deciding what kind of woman I was. My throat went tight and I washed it down with cold tea.Ermund came in, took one look at the stack, and gathered every paper against his chest without a
TOO LATE ALEX 21. HE SAW IT
I picked it up and scrambled out, rushing into the car and shutting the door. "To the headquarters," I told whoever was seated in the driver's seat.My feet climbed out of the car as I strolled into the headquarters, walking past the multiple employees and into my office, sitting and resting my head on the desk.A moment of peace... a tired sigh escaped me, but I froze as the noise reached me. I stood up, going out and leaning against the rail, staring down.Serena stood at the reception desk in a red coat with her hand held out in front of her. "Call his office again," she half-yelled, and my ears shook. Call who..."Miss Serena... I already called four times," the receptionist whispered, her shoulders curling in. Now, can someone tell me what's happening in my company?I leaned closer on the rail."Then call a fifth, goddamnit!" Serena slammed the phone on the desk and the screen cracked, a line of text sat on it: Message not delivered. You can't message this number."Haha... wow,"
TOO LATE ALEX 20. I KNOW
Dana's pen tapped the counter nervously while I read the line under which Alex's name appeared. Valentina Hart. My thumb stilled on the page. I always used this name during hotel stays. I made him use it, especially on our anniversary, so no Lancaster cousin or family could trace me.Alex would laugh at it and say I was being overly sensitive for nothing and would forget about it the next second whenever I asked him.And now this was sending me mixed signals. Did he pretend not to know for a reason? My eyes remained fixed on the name. What if there was a reason behind the betrayal..."He tried name first," Dana said, pulling me out of my myriad thoughts. "It seems your love life is really complicated." She leaned a little too close, with her ears perked up, and I knew she was fishing for more information.My eyes found her, and she recoiled. "I am sorry," she stammered as I dropped a bundle of cash on the table.Her eyes widened with immediate greed, and her hands twitched at her side
TOO LATE ALEX 19. LEMON NOT PEPPERMINT
LANCASTER GROPE STOCK FILING. I stared at the header for several minutes before flipping over to the cover page, then to the header and footer. Every page carried the same words, 'Lancaster Grope,' in over forty copies. "Pia," I called, leaning into my chair and across the desk. She stood so fast she nearly knocked the table over onto me. Her lips parted, but before a sound could come out, I was already speaking: "Read the title out loud." "Oh no," she mouthed, stepping back, her eyes still scanning through the words repeatedly as if that could change it. "The board gets this in one hour... Pack your things and hand over the files to someone competent enough," I pushed the page off the desk, and it landed on her shoe with a dull thud. She picked it up, pulling it to her chest with her hand, shaking terribly, but she intertwined her fingers to hide the shake. My stomach turned, and I pressed my hand over my nose while she looked... back, her thighs beginning to shake. Wait, did s
TOO LATE ALEX 18. CEDAR
The metal lock screeched again, and the door handle pulled down a bit, opening. "Hide," Ermund whispered.The letter found its place inside my sweater, and I dropped behind the desk. My ribs ached, and a low groan escaped me, but I remained still, only biting my lips.Ermund slipped behind the heavy curtains, but his slipper stuck outside. "Your feet, Ermund," I hissed, and he quickly pulled them back in while his elbows swung back and knocked into something.My eyes trailed up, searching for the object, with my breath caught in my throat. Then I saw it. A vase, swaying on one end and finally rolling off, hitting the floor with a loud crash.My hand flew to my ear as I cringed hard before looking back at the door. The metal keyhole rattled again, then there was no sound. Catherine never walks quietly in her life, so there are two options... It's either that it isn't her or she has learnt to walk without a sound.I stayed still for a minute more before slipping out and staring at the m
TOO LATE ALEX 17. THE CLOCK
The walk back to the estate was silent. The wind blew past but did nothing to calm my racing thoughts.I got into the estate and climbed up the stairs, watching the maids finish their nightly duties and retire to bed.Then slowly, I also climbed onto the bed and counted, dragging breaths in. Footsteps sounded by my door, paused for a minute or more before walking away.That was probably Catherine with her low, cranky, weird-shaped heels. My hands tightened around the brass key into a fist as I awaited the slightest noise but got none...I tiptoed out with only my socks on, down the hallway, and stood by the study door. It was locked, obviously... Only Grandpa knew this room existed in this house.I guess its function died with its owner. The key bit into my palms as I stared at the keyhole... Big, it would literally swallow this key whole."Young madam," a voice called behind me, but I didn't jump... I still had my pride intact. Instead, I turned so fast my shoulder hit the protruding
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