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Camellia responded sharply, hastily wiping away her tears. “Cami, you shouldn’t be so tough on yourself. I promise I’ll help you sort this out soon. You don’t have to live in fear or dwell on the past—it's behind you now, and you’re safe here,” Amy reassured her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “Are you sure those people won’t find me here?” Camellia asked, her voice tinged with fear. “Yes, this place is safe and calm. They won’t be able to locate you…”

"Just like there are many flowers in the world, the red camellia is the rarest of them all. You are like the red camellia. Rare. And that makes you special." Camille to her daughter, Ally (8 yrs old) ______________________________________________ ALLY's POV "The moonstone. It will set you free." The first thing I smelt when I came to was coffee. Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling. Unfamiliar. I was tucked in securely and my bones ached all over when I tried to get up.

I recognized it from one of those random TikTok videos about expensive plants. “I figured roses were too cliché,” Giovanni said, holding the flower out to me. “You’re unique, Annalisa. One of a kind. This Camellia reminded me of you.” I blinked, speechless for a second. Damn. The lines were smooth, I would give him that. And the flower was actually kinda pretty. But still. Still! I snatched the flower from his hand, stared him dead in the eye, and threw it on the ground. Then I stepped on it. Really hard till they became shabby pieces.

“Camellias.” “I need a bouquet of those for my wife.” Today was the first time I’d used that word, and it tasted delicious on the tip of my tongue. My wife. “I’m sorry, sir, but this has been booked already,” she said, her smile fading into an apologetic look. “This was grown in a greenhouse and cost a fortune to fly in. It’s very pricey, but I can get you something similar.” “I don’t want something similar,” I deadpanned. “I want this. When can you get another one into the city?”

She didn’t argue. The alley smelled like damp brick and cigarette smoke. The cassette was cold in my hand, as if it had been left in the freezer. This one was labeled J-0. Zero. I brought it inside. Beverly didn’t ask to hold it. She just stared at it like it might bite. “You want to listen?” I asked. She didn’t answer. “I think we have to,” I added. “Why else would it show up? It’s for me.” “No,” she whispered. “It’s for them.”

She didn’t run. She turned into a photo booth, yanked the curtain closed, and called Rachel. “They’re tailing me. I need an extraction.” Rachel responded fast. “Two minutes. Red motorcycle. Look for license tag XDN-433.” The moment the cur tain fluttered, Camellia burst out, sprinted across the platform, and leapt onto the bike just as it roared past. She didn’t look back.

While Camella was desperately holding herself back. Camella felt herself about to get her release. She gripped her bag tighter. It didn't take long for her body to shake a little, luckily the people around her didn't notice because he was enjoying the event. After Camella got the release, Alland turned the object off. Camella was still a little breathless. Coming back to her senses, Camella glared at Alland who was grinning at her. "Fucking jerk!" Camella cursed. Alland chuckled softly at the girl's curse.1

The CEO is smiling as he speaks, “yes, what is it? Don’t be shy to ask me. . . you will be working under my name.” Sam is picking up himself, “why I am choosing between the two—“ His words are cut when the CEO laugh, “did you see already that you are now the live broadcaster inside the Bussage International School!” He is puzzled for a moment until his right hand is signing on the pad. It appears in real-time on the screen of the CEO. Cameron Alfred Bussage is the CEO of the CAM application and a member of the Bussage International University director’s board. Sam didn’t have any idea who is he talking with this time.

The flower is white with a tint of yellow in the middle and soft-tipped pink at the end of the petals. "A camellia is one of the rarest flowers in the world; they only grow in New Zealand and England," he says, staring into my eyes. His green eyes are shining, making me purr. "It reminds me of you. Camellia is a tough and durable plant, but it isn't hard enough to tolerate deep, harsh winds; it must be protected in such situations. However, it can hold a good fight on its own like you," "So I'm like a camellia?" I ask, looking at the flower. He nods, and my face lits up, all the sadness from earlier gone.

I’m dead broke, and I can only hope it is enough to soften their view of me, even a little. “As for my gift,” Camala continues, smiling as if she hadn’t just crushed someone moments ago, “I sourced the finest tea from outside Eboncrest.” Her smile widens. “It’s rare. Difficult to find across the lands. But as you all know, I only settle for the best.” The reactions are mixed. Some look impressed. Others look like they’re forcing themselves to be. I could be imagining it. “What does it do?” Kessi asks.