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This makes it easy for car-pooling since we live across the street from each other. Dean works nights at the bakery, making sure all orders are filled and the inventory is up to date. His pot belly gives me the sneaking suspicion that he's sneaking the day old pastries from the discount shelf. Living next to them is Elora and Keenan Gibs, they are a portly but joyful couple who love gossip as much as they love the discounted pastries at Clara and Dean's bakery. They both have blond hair and hazel eyes and constantly talk about how they've been trying to conceive for the last five years with no success.

This is just insane. **********

There were three shelves. The top shelf h⁠ad a stack of flat, serious‌ looking h‍ard drives. The middle shel‍f had a‌ row of‍ notebooks, all bound in the same gray leat‌her. The bott⁠om shelf had a bulky sa‍tel‍l‍ite phon‌e⁠ and a⁠ small, heavy lockbox. I reached for the notebook in⁠ the middle, the on‌e⁠ tha‍t looked most used. I opened⁠ it.

The hotel suite Asher was staying in overlooked the skyline of Singapore, all chrome towers and glass, buzzing with power and motion like the boardrooms he’d been living in since landing. His jacket was tossed across the arm of a velvet chair, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he sat in front of his laptop, spreadsheets and acquisition files open in neatly organized tabs. His phone buzzed beside him. Another notification. “Transaction approved – $17,530.00 - Wacom MobileStudio Pro Bundle” He smirked. A second buzz. “$52,890 – Digital design software license.” Then a third. “$91,540 – Custom ergonomic chair.” He exhaled, leaned back, and rubbed his jaw, a small chuckle escaping. “You really

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

My stomach felt like it had been tied into knots. I scratched my hair and laughed nervously. "Thanks." I could see dina throwing stare daggers at me. I walked out of the class with Tristan trailing up behind me. "Earth quake!" He yelled. "Hello? I'm not deaf, I'm right in front of you. I can hear you clearly fool." I snapped and pulled open my locker. I was about to put my history book in when a paper out of it. I picked it up and saw a number boldly written on top with this under it:

And for the first time in forever, peace and silence was achieved inside the Student Council Office even if all the members were present inside. Both the first years— Hestia and Excami— were holding textbooks of different subjects as they tried to reread the lessons that they were not able to attend. In front of them were also tablets and laptops showing them pictures of the notes from their classmates. As they are moving on with a new topic, they also move the pictures in their gadgets to catch up, all the while, they also take notes of it in a separate notebook. In short, Hestia and Excami are multitasking in order to catch up to the lessons they missed and to also fill their lacking in pa

"The Summit is over." "But what you learned during it will serve you long after the guests have forgotten the details." I ran my fingers lightly across the worn cover. "I'll treasure it." "I hope you'll continue adding to it." I looked up. "You think I'll need another notebook?" "I think," he replied evenly, "that Blackwood's Luna has only just begun filling the first one." A quiet laugh escaped me. "That sounds suspiciously like encouragement." "It is." He picked up his gloves from the desk.