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A person who had got car accident didn’t look like her. “ May be you are true. I should try some books. I will ask dad to bring me some books.” She said happily. “ Why don’t you surf through the net till they arrive.” Tina suggested. “ Wow that is a good idea.” Joanna said happily and took the phone to search through the sensational news. Suddenly she caught glimpse of a news that shocked her to no end.

He didn’t ask for her number, didn’t try to impress her, didn’t hint at anything. And yet… There was something about him that felt real. A rare thing in her world. Her phone buzzed. Tomi: Babyyyyy how was your day? I’m bored, entertain me. Amira smirked and typed back: Amira: I met someone. Three dots popped up instantly. Tomi: WHAT??? WHO??? HOW??? WHEN??? DETAILS NOW. Amira rolled her eyes and typed: It’s nothing. Just a stranger who helped me in the rain.

I whispered, “He’s older.” Then the screen went black. And a message appeared. You found me. My phone immediately buzzed. Unknown number. One message. Now find out why I came back.

They knew better than to speak when rage like this consumed me. My men had tracked the signal from her phone. I’d put a tracker on it since the day I found her and I never thought I would have to use that to find her, but here we are. Roman’s idiots left a trail a blind man could follow. Sloppy routes, no signal jammers, and no decoy cars. Only one fool operated with that kind of arrogance. Roman De Santis. The realization burned like acid in my veins. He had taken her again. We reached the old warehouse district on the edge of the city. I slammed on the brakes and the car skidded to a stop outside a rusted building. I kicked the door open and sprinted toward the entrance.

as he turned to see where my gaze was directed. I stumbled over my words, responding, "Um, nothing. I made a new friend from the marketing department a couple of days ago. I was hoping she could join us for lunch, but it seems like she's occupied elsewhere." Hannah suggested, "Why don't you give her a call?" Feeling a tinge of embarrassment, I replied, "I wish I could, but I forgot to ask for her phone number." Claire chimed in with a suggestion, "No worries, just tell us her name. We interact with people from the marketing department, so there's a chance we might know her."

But like he did not see me, he turned back to the direction he was heading to and left. How could I sleep when each dream hunted me? Once it clocked seven, I picked up my phone and dialed Aiden first. I was pretty found of that rascal and thought that he would help way more. For a long time, the phone rang and I waited, anxiously for someone to pick, yet he didn’t. I sent a text to him, the same text I had sent to them last night and called the others. Sadly, I got the same result. I could feel my chest burning with anxiety and suffocation. I got up from the bed, ran down the stairs to find that all the staffs were up and going about their duty.

They were both seven so there was no need for bedtime stories. By twelve am Meira sat up in bed, took her phone and dialed her husband’s number then put it to her ear. “Hello?”. A different voice answered. “Hello? Who is this please?”. “My name is Julius. I picked this phone from the ground… I think the owner lost it. Who are you?”. “My name is Meira and the owner of the phone is my husband. Where did you find the phone please and what time?”. “close to a Catholic church. Daniel Carter road. "I think around 12 this afternoon.”

However , my plans are ruined as he had already eaten. At that moment , out of anger and disappointment , I push away from the wall and begin walking. My strides are strong , powerful as if I am on a mission. I find myself walking towards the food court ; my tummy grumbling as the variety of food smells fill my nostrils. Before taking another step , my phone rings again. Ping! Irritatedly , I pull my phone out of my back pocket and unlock it. Him : I need money for my uber , go wait by entrance 5 and keep the money ready.

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"Good morning, I don't know if you can remember me. I was once here four years ago" "Sorry, but I can't remember seeing you here four years ago. We have a lot of customers coming here. Did you forget something?" "Not at all but I don't know if you have a record of a young lady I once brought here. I don't know how I can trace someone I once met here" "If you need to find someone, I guess you can do research online or visit the nearest FBI" I knew that the secretary wouldn't produce a tangible answer. "Thank you"