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The room stayed quiet for a long time. David sat there, his head resting against the wall, the glass still in his hand. He did not drink again. He just stared at nothing. Judy stayed beside him. She did not rush him. She did not ask more questions. She only stayed. The clock on the wall ticked softly. Every second sounded loud in the silence. David finally spoke again, his voice low and tired. “I hate nights like this,” he said. Judy turned to him gently. “Why?” “Because everything feels… too real,” he replied. “In the day, I can hide behind work. Behind meetings. Behind numbers. But at night… everything catches up.” Judy nodded slowly. She understood that feeling too well. She had lived many nights like that before. Nights where fear sat heavy in her chest. Nights where she felt small and lost. “You don’t have to hide tonight,” she said softly. “Not here.” David laughed quietly, but there was no joy in it. “I don’t even know how to stop hiding.” Judy thought

The morning sun shone softly through the tall windows of the mansion. Judy had already started her day quietly. She moved around the house calmly, checking small things—arranging flowers in the living room, helping the maids with little tasks, smiling when they thanked her. She felt at peace in small moments, even though the shadow of recent events—David’s loss, the chaos around the company—still lingered. David, meanwhile, stayed in his study. He wasn’t thinking about the money this time. He had gone over the reports and double-checked everything, and for now, there was nothing more to be done except wait and observe. Instead, he focused on people, on patterns, on the subtle hints of betrayal that might reveal who had struck against him. His eyes flicked to the mansion’s wide windows. Outside, the garden was alive with morning light, but inside, the quiet felt heavier. He had learned that patience was sometimes more powerful than action. A knock on the study door broke his th

The morning was bright and calm. The sun shone through the large windows of the Jones mansion, sparkling on the polished floors. Birds chirped softly outside. Everything seemed peaceful. Judy was in the kitchen, quietly making tea for herself, when she heard a loud bang on the front door. Before she could even go to answer, the door burst open and Sofia came running in like a hurricane. “JUUUUDY!” she shouted, waving her arms in the air. “Oh my goodness! Is this really your house? Are you serious?” Judy froze for a second, surprised, then laughed softly. “Sofia… calm down!” “No! I cannot calm down!” Sofia said, spinning around the living room. “This place… this… mansion! You live here? With… with David? This is huge! Look at the ceilings! Look at the furniture! Are those real chandeliers? Are they?!” Judy smiled, a little embarrassed. “Yes… it’s big.” “Big? It’s more than big, Judy! It’s… it’s like a palace! I feel like I walked into a movie or something!” Sofia continue

Morning came slowly. The mansion woke up gently, like it was afraid to disturb something fragile. Judy woke up early, but David was already awake. He had barely slept. His mind had not rested even for a second. The contract. The two months. Judy’s sad eyes. And the thirty billion that had vanished without leaving a trace. David stood by the window in his room, staring at the city below. He looked calm, but inside him, everything was loud. I can’t ignore this anymore, he thought. Someone stole from my company. And I need to know who. He picked up his phone and called his secretary. “Good morning, sir,” the secretary answered quickly. “Call for an emergency meeting,” David said. His voice was steady. “All senior staff. Finance. Management. Security. Everyone.” The secretary paused. “Sir… should I inform them of the reason?” “Yes,” David replied. “Tell them the company is missing thirty billion.” There was silence on the other end. “I understand,” the

Isabella sat in her room, staring at her phone.She had refreshed her social media page many times, but nothing new appeared.No news.No gossip.No scandal.She hated that.Normally, by now, she would have heard something about Judy and her billionaire husband. A fight. A rumor. A bad photo. Anything.But there was nothing.Isabella’s fingers tightened around the phone.“Why is everything quiet?” she muttered to herself.She hated quiet. Quiet meant things were going well.And she did not want things to go well for Judy.There was a knock on the door.“Come in,” Isabella said sharply.Clara walked in, holding a cup of coffee. She looked relaxed, almost lazy, like someone with nothing to worry about.“You look angry again,” Clara said, sitting on the chair near the window. “Who annoyed you this time?”Isabella scoffed. “Who do you think?”Clara smiled knowingly. “Judy.”“Yes,” Isabella snapped. “That girl.”Clara took a sip of her coffee. “I haven’t heard anything about her lately.”I