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"Good morning, Mr Zack Andrews," I greeted as I walked into his office with his coffee in my hand. "Good morning, Alina." He replied, not taking his eyes off his phone. "How are you feeling now?" I asked, smiling "I'm feeling better." "Oh... I guess you're sober now." I said and turned to leave after I was done arranging the documents on his table. He just smiled at me. I didn't know what to do from here, but I was just hoping I was making the right decisions. "Can you help me complete this contract processing?" He asked me politely. "Yes, sir." I said, immediately turning back to get it from him. "I want it flawless," "Yes, sir." I replied again with a mile before turning to leave again. "I want it before noon today." He said loudly, enough for me to hear. "Okay, sir." I shouted back. I got into my office and sank into my seat to start work. But then, an idea struck me. What if this was the best time to make my revenge plan worth it. I could start now. I quickly picked

I followed the location to a very deserted land. It had only an uncompleted building, but the other parts were full with bushes. The land was definitely forgotten. "Kyle?" I called out. "Up here, ma." He said, signalling to me from the highest floor of the building. I ran up the old stairs, ignoring the creaking sounds it made immediately it felt the weight of my body on it. The top was empty except Kyle, who was standing and waiting for me to come. "Where is he?" I asked, confused. "Here, ma," he said as he moved to show a young man tied to a chair. His brown hair swept neatly to the side. His grey eyes were just like mine. He had this same face structure like mine. But something felt off. I had this feeling that I had no connection to him. He felt like every other person. The look in his eyes wasn't warm enough for me. Something felt wrong. "Who do you say you are, young man?" I asked, walking closer. "I'm Alex Thornfield." He replied calmly. "How old are you?" I asked c

I got back to the office, and the first thing I saw was Zack seated in the chair.He wasn’t relaxed—he was pacing, standing, sitting, then standing again as if something important had gone missing. The moment he heard the door, he looked up sharply. I froze for a second, watching him. His eyes kept scanning the room, restless, worried, but he hadn’t touched a single thing. I finally walked in fully. “I got the shirt,” I said softly.He exhaled—almost dramatically. “Where have you been all this while?” he asked, frustration lacing his voice. “I’ve been waiting for you.”“I’m so sorry,” I lied smoothly. “Something happened at the store, and I needed to fix it.”“Okay… sure.” He sighed, then looked at me again. “Where’s the shirt? And I hope it’s nice.”“Oh, it is.” I said as I handed it to him.He held it up, staring at it for a moment, his expression softening.“Wow,” he said. “You really do know my taste. This is definitely what I love.”"Well, yes, I know your taste because you were

I was so tired, my body aching, and I was famished. I told Kyke to drive me home before taking Dr. Ashford to the uncompleted building. I needed to freshen up and eat. Stress weighed me down like a heavy chain, and I could feel it in every part of me...my shoulders tight, my eyes almost rolling back from exhaustion.I finally got home and stepped into the shower. The warm water should have been relaxing, but my mind refused to let go. "I was… I was done. Done with everything." I said to myself as tears streamed down my eyes. I looked up as if expecting someone to drop from the ceiling. I was trying so hard to stop myself from bawling out, but it was of no use. I held my hand over my mouth to resist myself from making sounds. I was tired of everything already. I can't find what happened to my dad, I can't find the doctor, and I don't even know who was planning all these. My hands trembled slightly as I dried off. Just as I walked in my closet, my phone rang. It was Mila.I ignored i

"Sam, have you found Dr. Rashford yet?" I asked."No, Ma'am. I've not been able to find him.""And why is that? You know I need to know what happened to my father." I said angrily, but I wasn't. It was part of the plan.The plan was to mislead them."I'm sorry ma, I'm still trying to find him,""Try harder, Sam. I need to see him." I ordered before getting down the car.In my office at Zeine Ltd., I dropped my bag carefully on the desk and exhaled slowly. Phase one was complete. Phase two required precision, timing, and distraction.I turned toward the mirror mounted beside the filing cabinet and adjusted my clothes with deliberate care. I loosened the top button of my shirt just enough, letting the soft curve of my chest rise into view—not desperate, not obvious, just… persuasive. My skirt, tailored to perfection, parted at the side as I moved, the long splits revealing the hot lengths of leg with every calculated step.Satisfied, I picked up a folder, an excuse, a prop, and smiled a