The Second Chance

A woman with long blonde hair looks seriously looking at the laptop screen, even occasionally mumbling, as if she is rereading what someone wrote on it. She did not care about the others at all, because all her attention was on it. The atmosphere in the room was silent because there was only her alone.

Not long after, there was a voice so loud that it made the owner of the pair of hazel eyes startle. "Damn it! Who the hell is bothering me at a time like this? Bastard!” She cursed because felt annoyed.

Inevitably, the intelligent and independent girl began to look for the source of the sound. She realized that the phone that was on her desk did not ring at all, so without thinking, she immediately looked for the bag she had brought from home and placed it near the table in the room.

When she had managed to find the object that she was looking for, her right hand as soon as possible opened the bag, then looked for the gadget that had been ringing all this time, as if the person on the other side really wanted the phone to be picked up, and did not want to just give up. When the phone is in hand, the beautiful girl stares at the screen, but her forehead looks wrinkled as if she felt surprised. She does not actually store the odd number in the phone book, but it seems familiar.

“Why did this person contact me, huh? What is really going on?” murmured Abigail, surprised.

Abigail Laurentia Verz: “Hello.”

Someone: “Hello, my darling. How are you? I miss you so much!”

The thin pink lips also looked pursed because she felt annoyed. She did not like this nonsense at all.

Abigail Laurentia Verz: “I thought you were dead, but you are still alive. Why are you calling now? If there is nothing important to talk about, then I will end this phone call!”

The tone of voice used by the maiden was so cold that it made the other person on the other end freeze because he did not expect to get such a response from the person he was contacting.

Someone: “Why are you being so grumpy, honey? Has something happened to you?”

I will try to make the beauty want to chat with me again, because since our relationship ended, Abby has always closed access to communication, even though all contacts using the old number are inactive. Hopefully, she will forgive the mistakes I have made in the past, even if it is a small hope, thought the other person.

Abigail Laurentia Verz: “Do not you dare to call me ‘honey’, because I am not your girlfriend anymore! Keep dreaming, bastard!”

Those harsh words really hit the feeling of the brown-haired man on the other side of the phone. He massaged his nose with his left hand, as if not believing the words he was hearing from the target. Meanwhile, the owner of a pair of hazel-coloured eyes was already feeling down, mixed with disgust.

Why did that damn man just call me to this new cell phone number, even though he has never been told? Who is the stupid traitor who dares to leak that? If I caught the culprit, I will kill him or her indeed! Abby thought, full of hatred.

Someone: “Okay, I was wrong. I will not call you 'honey' anymore. Abby, can you please forgive me?”

What did that damn human say? Did he ask for forgiveness for free? Hell, no! How could this evil man say such things, as if all the events of those few years had never happened at all? What was his brain made of? Growled the woman with long blonde hair.

Abigail's left hand was clenched into fists as if she was ready to hit someone, especially a traitor who had dared to give her cell phone number to a man she hated so much and even left a deep wound that was impossible to forget.

The beautiful woman immediately hung up the phone, as if the pain, hate, trauma, and all the things hidden in the heart, mixed into one more domineering, than common sense. Meanwhile, on the other side, the man with a sharp nose looked shocked, because his ex-lover had chosen to end the conversation unilaterally, and did not want to answer the questions asked by him.

"How deep is your hatred for me, until I asked your forgiveness, but you did not even bother to forgive me? What should I do to make you believe me?” muttered the opposite sex, staring at the dead phone screen.

Elsewhere, a slender girl, who had just ended the call unilaterally, still looks angry, even able to beat the person who has hurt her, repeatedly. Her face looks red, because of holding back the anger that has risen because she had heard the voice of the opposite sex, which she hated so much, and even had a conversation with him.

The owner of a pair of hazel eyes suddenly stood up from her seat, then paced back and forth, as if she was thinking hard about something in the room. After a few moments of doing this, Abigail grabbed a bottle filled with mineral water, then opened the lid, and drank the contents.

“Fuck! Why did that idiot manage to get this phone number, anyway? As far as I remember, only the closest family, including a few close friends, knew about it and even they kept it. If it is someone else, then sure they can only call the assistant number, then they will be connected to me if I wanted to. What just happened was very strange, as if someone had deliberately spread it, even though the real motive was unknown." Abby muttered, quietly.

In the midst of the silence that hit, while gazing at the scenery on the road, suddenly, a strange premonition appeared in the woman's heart who had a pair of hazel-coloured eyes. She felt her heart beat faster as if to signal that something bad was going to happen. This incident made Abigail, who is usually called Abby, nervous.

"What is wrong with me? Why is it that after that ex-ass called, now I am getting a bad feeling? Maybe later something will happen that ... ah, no! I do not want to say that, because it is the same as praying for a less-than-good self. May the universe protect me so that I am always safe wherever I am, including avoiding all dangers," the girl hoped.

Meanwhile, somewhere about two hundred meters from the office building,

A man seemed to be in a black four-wheeled vehicle. Inside the car, there is a recording realm, which is able to listen to all the conversations that are taking place, especially the person who is the target of surveillance. Not long after, he heard a voice, so he immediately answered with Bluetooth hands-free.

The mysterious man: “Hello.”

The subordinate: “Hello, boss.”

The mysterious man: “Is there any news?”

The subordinate: “Boss, Black got through to White.”

The mysterious man: “Then? Has Black succeeded?”

The subordinate: “No, he has not. Black failed with the mission.”

The man on the other end of the phone seemed to growl. His face turned red from holding back anger. Meanwhile, the man who was still in a four-wheeled vehicle still said nothing at all, because he was waiting for directions from the other person who he called the 'boss'.

The mysterious man: "Keep pushing Black. In order for the mission to be carried out, it must be successful, no matter what!"

The subordinate: “Noted, boss.”

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