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It wasn’t for anyone but me, and yet here Emma White was, reading all of it. “You know,” Emma said, flipping through the pages, “this is rather interesting. How many love notes have you written in this book? A hundred? Two hundred?” “Give it back,” I growled, marching toward her. But Emma twirled away. “Tsk, tsk,” she purred. “So silly, Rowena. What makes you think that the strongest warrior in this school would ever fancy the likes of… you? A wolfless little nerd from the New Moon pack.”

“So, whose jealousy is my little Anna feeling? I didn’t even see a single female mosquito today.” He looked so proud of himself that Annabelle almost didn’t want to tell him anymore. But the knot in her heart was too uncomfortable. She pulled out her phone, showed him the photos Damien had sent, and held the screen up to his face. “Who’s this?” Kendrick glanced at it and frowned. “Damien sent this to you just now?” Seeing him avoid the question, Annabelle got more anxious. “Answer me first.” Kendrick immediately pulled her into a hug. “Okay, okay, don’t panic. Her name’s Emilia. She helped me before. She’s… like an older sister.”

Something stupidly full pressing at the center of her chest. *You stayed on for twenty minutes,* she typed back. You said something interesting about Faulkner right before you went under. I wanted to see if you finished the thought.* Did I? A pause. Then: No. But it's fine. Tell me tonight. She'd smiled at her own reflection like an absolute idiot. The email from Dana arrived later that day. Emma saw the name in her inbox, and her stomach turned over — that old reflex, the one she'd spent three weeks teaching herself to unlearn. Her finger hovered over the delete button.

Emma was suddenly pleased with herself, smirking, "How did you grow up, you don't look eighteen at all." "Actually I'm sixteen, two years early to school." “… Auntie, just as old as a cousin of mine.” Embarrassed, Emma tried to estimate the weight on her back again. "In my bag, I have a notebook, which is an important ancient phrase that I took advantage of during my break, and remember to memorize it when I get home tonight." “…” "Not very long, seven pages." “…” The sense of shame in Emma's heart momentarily vanished. On the back of a person who is not heavy, you can clearly feel the stability of that person, the neck is a soft breathing sound, the ear is a constant admonition...

An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction. I don’t torture. I don’t use violence. I just use my brain and dig a hole into the lives of every person that I dwell with. I consume. It’s either I consume information or life. Nothing is in between. “You’re new here?” Sultry seductive voice. A high-pitched voice of a woman fills my ears as I stare at the market below me. I am at one branch of this tree, looking down like a king to some shitty wolves as they made the deal to some strangers in their life.

It opened smoothly, but it was completely empty. Only the third drawer was left. Emma waged a fierce inner battle with herself, debating whether she should dare open it or simply walk away. Her curiosity won out. Her hand reached down, gripped the handle, and pulled. It wasn't locked. The deep drawer was filled with thick manila files, stacked documents, and... that book. The strange, heavy black book that Alexa had explicitly warned her never to touch. But why? Emma wondered. She knew it belonged to the Master, but what could possibly be inside it that made it so strictly off-limits to the staff?

Emma unlocked her phone and opened a secure messaging app. She typed a single sentence to an unknown contact. I need everything you can find on James Holloway and Darrien Cross. Financial records. Personal history. Former relationships. Anything that can be used against them. She hit send. A reply came less than a minute later. Understood. Emma set the phone aside. “If I can’t understand your connection…” She looked out through the windshield toward the towering glass headquarters. “…I’ll make sure none of you can either.” For the first time since Charlotte’s world had begun to change…

His expression was calm yet unreadable. “Mrs. Johnson?” he asked, his voice formal. “Yes,” Emma replied, her guard instantly up. The man handed her a folder. “These are documents that may interest you.” Before Emma could ask more, the man turned and walked away, leaving her with the mysterious folder. --- Later that evening, after Ethan had fallen asleep, Emma sat on the couch, staring at the folder. Curiosity eventually won over, and she opened it. Inside were photos, emails, and contracts—evidence of financial mismanagement within Ethan’s company.

Eric turned and looked at Emma who took her notebooks, closed her locker, and strolled to the classroom as if nothing happened. “How did she even come to know that the ball was aimed at her?” ***** Getting inside the classroom, Emma took her usual seat which was the front seat. She had no problem sitting at the front, unlike the other students who always preferred back benches Placing her books on the desk, she plopped on the chair and fished out her phone. “Let’s see which new app Ecstatic Technologies had invented.” Opening the chrome, she was reading about it when her phone was snatched roughly from her hands. Grinding her teeth, Emma looked up only to be confronted with a living plastic

Emma leaned back, took out her phone, and seemed to be searching for something. A few minutes later, she put down her phone. "I currently have five notebooks in my hands, two of which are average and even if invested, they don't earn much. As for the other three notebooks, we can cooperate and make a steady profit. It just depends on whether you are willing to believe me now." After all, without the memories of the past, she is just a stranger to Lena now. Lena looked at her face and suddenly laughed. "Naturally, when I found your information, I felt familiar with this title."