Far From Over Nyt 소설 & 이야기

Waiting. This was not over.

It was late when I got home from work. After showering, I sat on the bed, scrolling through my phone, feeling exhausted. Suddenly, a notification popped up, and my heart skipped a beat. "Top Actress Regina Brooks Celebrates Birthday With a Four-Million-Dollar Diamond Necklace Gifted by a Mysterious Tycoon."

But I find myself standing outside her door, and everything I’ve buried rises to the surface. No guards tonight. Just me and the heavy, invisible wall between us. I don’t knock. I whisper, barely breathing the words: "You weren’t supposed to come back." I turn and walk away.

And whatever game he was playing, it wasn’t over. Not even close.

This isn't over. Not by a long fucking shot.

In seconds, giving excuses I couldn’t make out, Clara and Gianna left the room, shutting the door behind them, leaving me alone with Nico. He looked at the screen and smiled. “Dramatic, huh?” “Not really.” I laughed. “You’ve always been one for theatrics. By the way, was that Zayne?” “That was Zayne.” The information settled, and I nodded, beaming as I sank back into the bed. “Great, now I can have dinner on patios in peace, Ex-President Nikolai Rossi.” He closed the steps between us and dropped onto the bed so he was facing me. “I’ll miss your scandals.” A mischievous smirk. “And the storerooms of that particular—”

It was over. Finally over.

But I knew this wasn’t over. Not even close.

It felt like a fist squeezing my chest. "I'm sorry, but your balance is zero. You're not our client. Our staff are busy. We're not searching the streets for a non-client." "Two kilometers? Even if you were two feet away, your balance would still be zero." Her voice went flat. "Sorry, Ms. Keyne. I have work to do. Please come recharge as soon as possible." Click. The line went dead. I stared at the endless line of red taillights. Despair hit from deep inside.

Because this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.