FAZER LOGINThe corridor finally went quiet. But the quiet didn’t bring relief. It brought clarity. Christiana stood still for a moment longer after Amara walked away, her thoughts racing in sharp, controlled bursts. Too many eyes. Too many risks. Too many moving pieces. This wasn’t just something to hide anymore. This was something to manage. And if she didn’t take control now— Everything would fall apart. She turned and walked back into the room. Veronica sat on the edge of her bed, tense, her fingers locked together. The moment Christiana entered, she looked up. “What now?” she asked softly. Christiana closed the door behind her. “We move faster,” she said. Veronica frowned. “Faster?” she repeated. Christiana nodded. “Yes.” A pause. “Because we don’t have time to hesitate anymore.” Veronica stood up slowly. “This is getting worse,” she said. Christiana didn’t deny it. “I know,” she replied. A beat. “But that’s exactly why we can’t slow down.” Veronica shook her he
The silence stretched after Amara’s words.Not empty—tight.Like something waiting to snap.Christiana didn’t blink.Didn’t step back.Didn’t show the shift that had just happened inside her.But she felt it.Everything was changing too fast.First the whispers.Then the warning.Now this.Amara.A new variable.A dangerous one.“You don’t just walk into something like this and demand a place,” Christiana said finally.Her voice was steady.Controlled.Amara tilted her head slightly.“I didn’t walk in,” she replied.“I’ve been here.”A pause.“You just didn’t notice.”That hit deeper than it should have.Christiana’s jaw tightened.Joy let out a soft breath.“She’s right,” she said.Both of them looked at her.Joy shrugged lightly.“People like her… they don’t appear suddenly,” she continued.“They wait.”Amara smiled faintly.“Exactly.”Christiana exhaled slowly.“Enough,” she said.A pause.“If you want in, then you prove you’re not a threat.”Amara’s brow lifted slightly.“And how
Christiana didn’t move. The corridor stretched ahead of her—long, quiet, empty. Too empty. Her heartbeat slowed, not because she was calm… but because something inside her had shifted. This wasn’t right. She could feel it now. Clearer than before. The presence. Not just watching. Waiting. Her fingers curled slightly at her sides. Think. She forced herself to breathe normally, to keep her posture relaxed, just like she planned. Because if someone was watching— Then this was still part of the performance. She turned back slowly and continued walking. One step. Two. Three. But now— Her senses were sharper. Every sound mattered. Every shadow felt heavier. A faint click echoed behind her. Soft. Almost nothing. But she heard it. She stopped. Silence followed instantly. Christiana didn’t turn this time. Instead— She spoke. “I know you’re there.” Nothing. No movement. No reply. But the silence— It wasn’t empty. It was
The word hunting lingered in the room like a shadow that refused to leave.No one spoke.Not immediately.Because once that idea settled—Once it made sense—Everything else began to shift.Christiana turned slowly, her eyes scanning the room like she was seeing it for the first time.“This isn’t random,” she said quietly.Joy nodded once.“It never was,” she replied.Veronica hugged herself slightly.“Then what do they want?” she asked.Christiana didn’t answer right away.Because now—Now she was thinking deeper.Not just about what was happening.But why.“They’re not just watching us,” she said finally.“They’re studying us.”Silence.Joy’s gaze sharpened.“And waiting,” she added.Christiana nodded.“Yes.”A pause.“For the right moment.”Veronica shook her head quickly.“This is too much,” she said.“We’re not that important.”Christiana turned to her.“That’s where you’re wrong,” she said.A beat.“We became important the moment we had something to lose.”That hit.Because it w
No one spoke after Joy’s challenge.But the silence wasn’t empty.It was loaded.Christiana stood still, her mind racing, replaying everything that had just happened. The knock. The warning. The way the woman looked at them—like she already knew more than she said.“We need to be smarter,” she said finally.Joy leaned against the wall, arms folded.“Now you’re thinking,” she replied.Veronica looked between them, still shaken.“This isn’t something we can just ‘be smart’ about,” she said.Christiana turned to her.“It is,” she said firmly.A pause.“Because panic is what exposes people.”Veronica swallowed.“And what if we’re already exposed?” she asked.Silence.That question—It hit too close.Christiana didn’t answer immediately.Because for the first time—She didn’t have a clear answer.Joy noticed.Of course she did.“That’s the problem,” Joy said softly.A pause.“You’re not sure anymore.”Christiana’s eyes snapped to her.“I don’t need to be sure,” she said.“I just need to st
The air shifted the moment she stepped in.No one spoke.Not Christiana.Not Joy.Not even Veronica.Because the woman standing at the door wasn’t someone you ignored.She wasn’t someone you avoided.She was someone who noticed things.Her gaze moved slowly across the room.Taking everything in.The tension.The closeness.The silence that didn’t feel normal.“Close the door,” she said calmly.Christiana hesitated for half a second—Then obeyed.The click of the door shutting sounded louder than it should have.The woman stepped further inside.“I didn’t expect to find all three of you together,” she said.Her tone wasn’t accusing.But it wasn’t casual either.Joy spoke first.Of course she did.“We were just talking,” she said smoothly.The woman turned her gaze to her.“I didn’t ask,” she replied.Silence.Joy didn’t flinch.But Veronica did.Christiana remained still.Watching.Waiting.Because this—This was dangerous territory.The woman folded her hands behind her back.“I’ve be
The silence did not leave the room.It settled.Deep.Heavy.Uncomfortable.John stepped back first.Just a little.But enough to break whatever had just formed between them.Joy noticed.Of course she did.Her eyes followed the movement, calm, observant—never missing anything.“So,” she said quiet
John hadn’t moved for a long time.Even after Christiana left the garden, something in him remained frozen in that moment—caught between what he had lost and what he refused to admit.The office felt smaller when he returned.Tighter.Like the walls were closing in on him.He stood by the desk, his
The garden was the only place that still felt untouched.Away from the whispers.Away from the watching eyes.Away from Joy.Christiana walked into it slowly, her steps quieter now, her breathing beginning to steady.The soft rustle of leaves, the faint scent of flowers, the cool air brushing again
The corridor felt too narrow.Too tight for the anger burning inside Christiana.Her steps were fast, uneven, her breath sharp as she tried to steady herself—but it refused to calm. Joy’s voice still echoed in her head.“Even strong people carry things they don’t say.”Christiana clenched her fists







