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101

THE next morning arrived as fast and dreading as it could. The first routines for Orlanda were carried out as swift as possible. Soon, Oswald had breakfast, Orlanda even handed Nathan lunch for him and his boss, and then they were out of the house. Then she went about the rest of her chores with a heavy heart, hanging out the laundry that were yet to dry on the clothesline at the garden and arranging flowers as usual in the living room, but her mind was elsewhere, and as she did her work, she glanced at the clock and each time she did, her stomach tightened. The ticking hands of the clock seemed louder than ever today, counting down the minutes until 9:40. The dread inside her grew with each passing second. She couldn't stop thinking about Carlson's threats, about how he could ruin everything for her.She hurried through her tasks, sweeping through the hallways and dusting the furniture in Oswald's study. Her hands moved automatically, her mind constantly circling the same questions.

102

THE car rattled softly as it sped down the quiet road. Orlanda sat uncomfortably in the back seat, wedged between Kaylan, Carlson's loyal guard, and the door. The silence inside the vehicle was palpable, broken only by the occasional hum of the engine and the faint whisper of wind as it passed through the slightly cracked windows. Orlanda shifted nervously, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that wherever they were going, it was for Carlson's benefit. Her eyes flicked over to Kaylan, who sat stoic, his face hard as stone. She opened her mouth, ready to argue again about this forced trip, but decided to wait. There would be another opportunity, there always was.As they turned down a darker, less traveled road, Kaylan reached into his jacket and pulled out a black blindfold. "Time to put this on," he said gruffly.Orlanda immediately tensed. "What? No way. I'm not doing this." She crossed her arms defiantly."Don't make this difficult," Kaylan growled, his voice laced with imp

103

HER mouth fell open, her eyes widened, as she sat frozen in her seat, the weight of Carlson's words hanging heavily in the air. Her eyes widened in disbelief as the room seemed to close in around her."You want me to do what?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking any louder would make it more real.Carlson leaned back in his chair, the hint of a cruel smile playing on his lips. He folded his arms across his chest, his eyes glinting with cold amusement. "You heard me, Orlanda, I didn't speak with water in my mouth. You are the vessel I need," he paused, then had his gaze all over her, his voice was now a whisper, "I need you to get your hands on those documents from Oswald's office."Orlanda's heart raced. The idea of betraying Oswald, the very man she worked for, seemed unthinkable. She shook her head. "I can't do that. I won't do that."Carlson's smile grew wider, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. "Oh, you will," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You don'

104

THE quiet of the night wrapped itself around Orlanda as she sat at her dressing table, it was night, and she had already retired to her bedroom, work for the day ended. The dim light from the single lamp casting a warm, soft glow across the room, she had put off other illuminating objects in the room as she always does before going to bed. The reflection in the mirror stared back at her, but her mind was far away, replaying the events of the day, particularly the unsettling conversation with Carlson that morning.Carlson's threatening and daring words echoed in her mind, stirring a discomfort she couldn't shake. The way he had approached her, confident yet with an underlying forcefulness, made her feel trapped, giving the reality that there was no room left to escape. Orlanda's eyes dropped to her hands, her fingers twisting nervously around the delicate chain she always wore. The weight of the decision seemed unbearable. She didn't want to betray herself, or worse, get tangled in the

105

TUESDAY arrived with an eerie stillness that weighed heavily on Orlanda's mind. The memory of Carlson's instructions replayed in her head like a broken record, it was always replaying, filling her with dread. Today was the day she was supposed to meet him again. The fear of what he might want tugged at her nerves, but she knew she had no choice. Carlson had always made that clear all the time they spoke. The mansion was quiet, as it usually was in the late morning. Orlanda glanced at the clock hanging above the fireplace, 10:00, it read. Time to go. She quietly gathered her belongings, not wanting to raise any suspicion. The last thing she needed was Oswald, with his sharp eyes and distant but intense presence, asking her questions she couldn't answer.Slipping out of the mansion just as she had the first time, she quickly made her way down the street. Once she was out of the estate and far enough, she flagged down a cab, her heart pounding in rhythm with each step. The driver didn'

106

THE dimly lit room echoed with the soft clink of glasses as Carlson poured himself a drink, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He leaned back in his chair, swirling the liquid in his glass, savoring both the drink and the triumph slowly taking shape. Kaylan stood near the window, arms crossed, his usual composed demeanor unshaken."Everything is falling into place," Carlson said, a smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes glinted with malice as he set his glass down. "Oswald won't know what hit him, at all."Kaylan tilted his head slightly, his gaze meeting Carlson's. "What is the next plan master?" He asked. "Tomorrow is Thursday, and Orlanda will be coming. She is in deeper now."Carlson's smile widened, the cunning glint in his eyes sharpening. "Oh, I have already put things in motion. Oswald has a crucial meeting someday next week. He will be away from his office, and that is when Orlanda will make her move."Kaylan nodded but said nothing, allowing Carlson to continue."She will go

107

THE kitchen was quiet except for the rhythmic clatter of utensils and the soft hum of the refrigerator. Orlanda stood by the stove, stirring a pot of simmering stew, her mind swirling still with thoughts Carlson's request. The smell of herbs and spices filled the air, offering a small comfort amidst the turmoil. She tried to focus on the task at hand, the steady chopping of vegetables and the gentle sizzle of meat, hoping it would help clear her thoughts.Her hands moved almost mechanically as she ladled the stew into a large serving dish, her mind wandering back to Carlson's ominous words. The tension from the conversation still gnawed at her, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, and turned her attention to setting the dining table.The clinking of plates and silverware on the polished surface felt almost soothing. She placed each item with deliberate care, arranging them as neatly as she could. The table was set with

108

THE morning sun filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over Orlanda as she prepared for the day ahead. Her hands moved with practiced efficiency as she worked. Oswald and the rest of the household had had breakfast, and he and Nathan had already left for work, leaving her behind as usual, all alone, that Carlson was able to get her the other day.She had cleaned the whole house with the vacuum cleaner, done the dishes used the night before and that morning, picked flowers from the garden as usual and cleaned the kitchen. That was her work for that morning. Now, she stood at the kitchen counter and packed up lunch for her boss, the lunch meant to be an access tool to get into his office in order to get the documents, yes, it was the D-day. As she packed up the lunch, each step was done with an unsettling sense of precision. The lunchbox was filled with carefully arranged sandwiches, fruits, and a small thermos of coffee. However, nestled within the meal was a small

109

IT felt like the whole world at that moment was on a standstill, Orlanda stood frozen, her heart pounding as she watched Oswald and Nathan enter the office. The way they barged in made it seem like they had been tipped off, heightening the panic that gripped her. She trembled visibly, her hands shaking as her thoughts raced. How did they know? Why are they here now? They were supposed to be at the meeting, Carlson assured her that. Her fears grew with each passing second.Oswald's piercing gaze locked onto her, sending a chill down her spine. His voice, so cold and demanding, cut through the air. "What are you doing here?"Her throat went dry. She could barely form words, feeling more exposed than ever before. She stammered, avoiding his intense stare. "I- I came to drop your lunch," she pointed nervously at the food sitting on the desk. She hoped that explanation would be enough, but the look in his eyes told her otherwise, besides she knew it wouldn't, Oswald wasn't one to be foo

110

ORLANDA'S hand froze mid air, the fork hovering just above the food as Oswald's voice commanded, "Stop." Her heart raced as she looked up at him, fear pooling in her eyes. She didn't understand why he halted her, was he toying with her? Or was there something else?Oswald's cold, calculated stare pierced through her, making her feel small and powerless. He took another step forward, the room shrinking under the weight of his presence. "How did you get into my office?" He asked again, his voice low but dangerous, every word laced with suspicion.She gasped, not expecting that at all."I have asked this question, and a series of other questions and till yet, no reply from you Orlanda," he added.Orlanda's mind scrambled for an answer as she slowly dropped the fork and turned her back to the food, fear choked her, leaving her stammering, unable to form a coherent sentence. "I- I... I just... I was-"Her words trailed off into gibberish, her thoughts a chaotic mess. She had no valid ex

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