"She's inside the bank with my manager. Even he couldn't tell the difference between me and his late boss," the imposter chuckles proudly in the front seat of the car. He's parked near a bank."You did good at the house. You'd make one hell of an actor," Agatha compliments."But your daughter would have ruined everything. The file didn't say anything about how Robert treats his stepchildren," the imposter complains"That was an accident. You dodged that bullet perfectly.""Well, I'm good at what I do. Just keep my money in place," he replies with a stern tone."That won't be our problem," Agatha assures. "And once everything is passed to her, you know what to do.""Hahaha, that's the easy part. I'd put a knife through that sexy chest of hers.""Don't forget to get access to all the information first. We've only got one try at this, if the bank finds out that she's dead. The money goes to charity and we'd never find the gold," Agatha briefs."The gold?" The imposter questions."He has

Joe jumps over the stairs that lead into the house and races with his mind encouraging him that Sophia will be at the bank right now. To him, her death would mean his demise. For whatever reason he fell for someone who doesn't really love him like he does, he was determined about it.He races through the rain parting the waters on the ground with his feets as his hands thrust through the raindrops like a butcher's knife swinging free.His head is loaded with imaginations of Sophia screaming and being thorn apart. His eyes hold up tears. Though unreal, he couldn't bear the pain.Again his head is filled with rough imaginations which pushes out the logic in his mind. Right in this moment, he assumed he was faster than a car and so didn't need it. Or perhaps, he forgot they even exist.Suddenly a car drives directly into the corner with open doors. Joe falls right in and raises his head to a bunch of immigration officers. "You're an immigrant. We're sending you back to whatever shit hol

Sophia sits on a steel chair with hands cuffed to the a table made of the same material as the chair.Her eyes are light red with her fingers trembling like the room is the interior of a fridge. She sits straight up with her eyes transfixed at the other corner of the room.A single tear drops from her eyes. She looks dead on the inside, and on the outside she looks like a mannequin on a vibrator. The effect of the imposter hasn't left her yet, her mind is in trauma.Just then she starts hearing faint echoes of voices. They sound kind of familiar. In the same second, Jake and Kate enters the room."Just one minute and we'd be out," Jake shuts the door.Sophia quickly wipes the tear off her face as they show up. She snorts getting herself ready for their heat. But there was still one problem, she couldn't stop the shivering. Her mind is running on auto on this one."The famous Sophia, so we finally meet," Kate pulls out a chair and sits across the table.Sophia gives her a silent treatm

On the morning of Sophia's first day in prison, the inmates are lined in front of the serving counter each with mental trays clanging in their hands and their eyes fixed on the sorry excuse they dish into their plates as breakfast.Sophia gets her share of the offering and is suddenly disgusted by the semblance of the food, coupled with the fact that it emits no aroma.She reluctantly walks over to one of the steel tables and throws the tray on it, then takes a seat alone all by herself while the other inmates are in pairs."Who's the new girl," an inmate, Jessie watches her from a table of three."Some rich daddy's girl who apparently got her hands dirty," her friend, Jena responds."Rich people," their other friend, Isabella thuds the food with her spoon. "This people are societies biggest problem.""Girls like her?" Jena questions."Yes, Jena," Isabella responds. "Rich people." She slowly stands up from her seat with eyes fixed on Sophia."What're you doing?" Jessie questions her.