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I’m left to wonder who had taken the antidote, with no leads or clues to give me an answer.The unease throws me off, and in the blink of an eye, Thursday comes.I’ll be poisoning Jude for the second time.The first time I had done it without any hesitation. Because I hadn't gotten to sit down and peel into the layers of his mind.After we had broached the topic of his childhood, Jude became more forthcoming in the following sessions.I learnt he had a wicked sense of humour. But it would be hard to tell if he was joking, because his face was always impassive. Which made what I was about to do harder.I push aside the guilt, and spring into action. I gulp down the antidote before spritzing the poison across the room. The faint scent, which can be mistaken for lavender, settles in the air. I set the bottle back in the box, and keep it in my bag.This time, my bag is securely locked. I sit down, arrange my clipboard on my lap, and wait.Jude walks in without knocking, and I’d honestl

I remember my files only after I have already settled into bed.They are sitting on the small table in the home office downstairs, exactly where I left them after Jude’s session this afternoon. My notes from our earlier sessions are inside them, and I need to cross-reference some observations before tomorrow. Then the argument with the maid happened, and Dara spent twenty minutes after that telling me everything she knew about the D’Angelo family’s previous visits, which was quite a lot.By the time she left I had completely forgotten.I pull myself out of bed with a sigh, slide my feet into my slippers, and pad out into the hallway.“Please spare me the excuses Jude!”I am halfway down the stairs when I hear voices from the direction of the dining room.The D’Angelos must have arrived while I was in my room.I continue down, intending to slip past toward the home office. The dining room is in the opposite direction. I have no reason to go anywhere near it.But I so anyway. The voi

Stop going to therapy.I do not know what to make of the message.I click, and check the number that sent me the message. It’s one I don’t recognise. Despite knowing it'll most likely be fruitless, I type out the question: “who is this?” and hit send. Of course, there’s no response. When I look at the message again, I can’t help but feel creeped out. But I try to not feel shaken up and think reasonably. This message could have come from anybody. It could be from Roman, or maybe one of the D'Angelo's were trying to mess with me.Just as I’m about to head out of the room, my phone buzzes. It’s another message from the number. It says:Get out of that house before you’re in danger. I try calling the number, but it’s obvious I’ve been blocked. I sigh and continue my way out.I almost bump into someone, and look up to see Jude. He is dressed differently from usual. Dark trousers, a shirt with the top button undone. He looks like a he has some plan cooked up. “We are going out.” He s

“Oh Martinez, you’re screwed today!”The man laughs, as the cars all come to a stop, forming a loose circle around us. My grip on the gun tightens, even as I realise how useless it’s going to be against the men stepping out of the cats holding their ammunition. “Mr. Martinez...Just as I’m about to panic to Jude, I realise the man is no longer laughing.In fact, his face is stricken and he’s staring right behind me.“I always knew you dogs of Lotus just can’t play by the rules.” Roman seethes, as he cocks his gun.That’s when I realise the fleet of cars aren’t back up for the man. They’re here for Jude!Two men rush to Jude’s side and helping him up. He nods towards my direction and says. “Take her back to the manor.”Men appear at my side. One of them removes the gun from my hand, and the moment it leaves my grip I become aware of how tightly I had been holding it. because my fingers ache when they The relief that moves through me after is so sudden and so complete that my legs f

"Let her out." Jude demands.Roman stares at him. "Boss...""Now, Roman." He gives him no room for an explanation. Roman looks at him for one more second, then reaches for the keys at his belt and unlocks the cell door eyes moving between Jude and me with confusion. "You should be at the hospital." He says to Jude. "The doctor said the wound needed—""I am aware of what the doctor said." Jude's voice is clipped."Then why are you here boss?" Roman asks, eyebrows scrunched together."Because of incompetence." Jude says, looking at Roman directly. "Because I wdirI received reports my men had thrown my therapist into a cell based on an assumption.""It was not an assumption." Roman explains. "The tracker—""Was not hers." Jude says.Roman goes silent."We found the source." Jude says. "While you were down here playing jailer, my team ran the tracker signal. The device was placed on her phone from outside. Remote access. Whoever planted it had her number and the software to do it witho