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Amelia’s POVI copied the embezzlement evidence into a file and cleared the laptop. That asshole of a manager called Matthew left a lot of work for me but that’s a piece of cake though.I put on my Airpod, listening to my favorite musician Beyoncé. That’s what I do so as not to get distracted. Weird right? Well, that’s just me. I kept seeing the rising of the company’s stock and my heart swelled with pride. Taking this job wasn’t a bad idea after all.A knock on the door caught my attention.“Come in,” I yelled, returning my attention back to the laptop.“Good afternoon, ma. Please, I came to submit these files,” a tiny voice spoke.I quickly removed my AirPod and raised my gaze to meet that of a young, pretty lady with golden hair. She looked nervous as she held a stack of documents close to her chest.“Place them on the desk,” I said, my tone firm but not unkind.She stepped forward and set the files neatly in front of me. I noticed her eyes flicker curiously around the office befor

Amelia’s POVAt first, I didn’t say anything, but the SUV kept taking every turn Felix made.“Felix, someone is on our trail,” I said evenly.“I know,” he replied, his hands steady on the wheel. “I was just waiting to see if they’d get bold enough to make a move.”“Do you think it’s Justin’s men?” I asked, leaning slightly to get a better view through their tinted glass. The faint outlines of two figures sat in the front, silhouettes sharp in the glow of passing streetlights.“Could be,” Felix muttered. “Or someone else testing the waters.”I exhaled slowly, mind already calculating possibilities. “This is what I need tonight.”My fingers slipped into my bag, retrieving my phone and Felix smirked.“Here comes boss lady’s magic,” he teased.“Less talk, more speed,” I shot back, my thumbs flying across the screen. Lines of code bled into motion. Within seconds, I pierced their system.The SUV jolted violently before coming to a dead stop, tires screeching in protest.Felix chuckled und

Justin’s POVThe cold wind outside did nothing to calm the fire burning inside my head. I quickly entered the car and drove off.I arrived home and parked roughly in the driveway. I steadied myself, concealing the worries on my face.I met my wife dozing on the couch. She looked so cute, and for a second I almost forgot myself. Get a hold of yourself. We have a bigger problem at hand, I reprimanded myself.“Wife, go sleep upstairs,” I ordered, leaving no room for argument. She stood up, lifting her laptop sleepily. I wondered how she managed to reach the room without losing grip on it.I looked at the dining table and saw a covered plate. Wife sure knows how to calm me. I went to the kitchen to wash off Lorenzo’s mess from myself, then returned to the dining room. I dragged a chair, sat down, and uncovered the plate. The sweet aroma of mashed potatoes and chicken flooded my nostrils, and my stomach grumbled.I quickly dug in. Wifey’s cooking reminds me of Mom’s; she’s the greatest che

Justin’s POVThe force shook the ground and threw me into the air. I hit a heap of sand hard. Screams rose around me as people scattered. The bar that had been full of noise and music turned into confusion. Strippers rushed out in their work clothes. Drunk men stumbled, some falling over each other.I pushed myself up, coughing. My car burned in front of me, flames climbing into the night. Heat scorched my face and the smell of smoke filled my nose. My sports car was gone.I pressed my teeth together. That explosion had been planned. I should have seen it coming.I turned in circles, scanning every rooftop, alley, and shadow. My eyes searched for movement, for anyone watching. Nothing. Whoever did this had already left.My hands curled into fists, nails cutting into my skin. Someone had lured me here with talk of my mother’s death. Someone had wanted me dead.“You will regret this,” I muttered under my breath.The crowd shouted and phones pointed in my direction, lights flashing as pe