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He got up, took his bath and reviewed his documents then ordered black coffee. By the time his coffee arrived, it was around seven-thirty in the morning. “Is today’s newspaper ready?” Mills asked the male waiter. “Yes sir.” The waiter replied while bowing. Alright, you may leave.” The waiter exited the room and a few minutes later he brought the papers to him. Mills opened the paper and the headlines read : THE CASE OF MISSING WOMEN AND CHILDREN, THE RISING FEAR. The headline read was about the increase in the rate of young girls and adult women who had gone missing for that month alone. The paper shed light on how the authorities have done little to nothing about the issue and let the culpr

Despite everything – the attack, the threatening message, Emily's warning, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. What kind of secrets was he hiding? And more importantly, was I ready to find out? "Acadia? Are you still there?" Emily's voice brought me back to our conversation. "Yeah, sorry. What exactly did you find?" I walked back to my room as I spoke, needing privacy for this conversation. Emily lowered her voice. "His family... they're connected to some serious underground operations. I'm talking money laundering, blackmail, corporate espionage. But here's the weird part, Dante seems to be the only clean one."

But I haven't been able to make up my mind about it yet, so I'm still on the fence. "Web novels?" Miranda repeated in surprise. "What kind of web novels?" Mindy smiled awkwardly. "Urban romance." Miranda was speechless for a while. Mindy was a published mystery novelist. Back when mystery novels had been all the craze, Mindy made her grand debut with "Murder Weapon" and sold half a million copies. Later in the same year, her follow-up thriller novel, "The Deserted School", broke her personal sales record in a very short time as well.

Will I get to the door and chicken out, run back into the elevator, down to my car? Then I'm pulling up to the hotel. What seemed so luxurious and welcoming before now looks like a brick building containing all of my anxieties inside of it. I lean forward, looking up, to the top of the building. Somewhere on that top floor, Law is waiting for me, waiting to do whatever he wants with me. A shudder rushes through me, reminding me I'm not only anxious. I'm also curious, already turned on from the visions that have been wreaking havoc on my mind all day, and excited. To see Law again. To see what he'll be wearing, or not wearing. To hear his voice again, feel his presence again.

At first, the client isn't happy because he claims he won't be available tomorrow, but after I explain the situation to him, he agrees. I hurriedly flip through the files my PA brings to my desk, and one of the cases I see really catches my attention; it's a case nearly similar to mine. The dead lady found out about her husband's infidelity—not just with anyone, but with her best friend. Thankfully, she told her parents how she caught her husband and best friend in bed, and two days later, she was found dead in her home. Her husband and best friend were said to be out of town when it happened, which made it more suspicious, but there was no evidence to prove they were responsible for everyth

Before me were rows and columns of carefully arranged books, most of the covers bearing sweaty, half-naked men and women in different stages of copulation, and the ones that didn’t had dark covers with obscure details that were covert yet somehow let you know exactly what the book was about. Heat climbed to my face, and I slammed the box shut, taking a deep breath before risking a second look. I gave myself a mental slap in the face. Whilst I enjoyed reading all forms of literature, I wasn’t this wild about erotica. Should’ve totally kept my big mouth shut. On the bright side, all the books were labeled bestsellers, so I could only hope they were well written. I walked over to the second box

"Do you think anything you say here justifies your act? How long have we been together, Ed? A year? And you kept this from me. For a whole year. Oh my god, I've been a fool this whole time." "I'm sorry..." I don't wait to hear the next words. I leave out the door, down the stairs and right back into the tasty air of New Jersey. I hail down a cab immediately in case one of them comes running out to explain things. "Where to, miss?" asks the driver. "Loophole." ********** I'm in my hotel room crying my eyes out. I think this is the worst day of my life. My lover, betraying me to sleep with another man who happens to be my best friend.

I smiled and brought out a new novel I got from the store the other day and opened the first chapter to read. There are like ten minutes before assembly starts so I can read at least a chapter or two before it starts. ‘Hmm… interesting’ i thought to myself. “Why didn't I know about this book already?” I muttered under my breath and turned to the next page. “Very interesting.” “I know it is,” I turned my head to see Chris put his bag on the desk beside me and sat down on the chair. “Even though I haven't read it, I know it is interesting”

“No doubt.” “What about those two small FedEx boxes?” “Most recent novels from Samhain Horror.” “Awesome. Those books I bought at the Webb County Library sale last week?” “Sorted into general and mystery fiction. Struck the mother lode with all those Mary Higgins Clark novels.” “We cater to all tastes, miss. Unless you like Twilight, 50 Shades of Gray or James Patterson. Folks want drivel, they can drive to Utica.” “Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.”

I replied, shaking his hand briefly before pulling it back, a tingle left in its place. “So, Kalia, what’s so captivating in that book of yours that you almost missed the best coffee in town?” He nodded toward my cup. I tilted my head, considering him. “You are assuming I don’t already know that this place has the best coffee.” He raised an eyebrow. “Fair enough. But now I’m curious about the book.” I held it up, the cover facing him. “It’s a mystery novel. Keeps me on my toes.” He leaned in slightly, intrigued. “A mystery, huh? So, you like solving puzzles?”