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“You can’t. You’re supposed to be my saving grace. I’ll give that back to him.” I pulled out my phone from my pocket to send him a text, but there was already one that came from him via company email. He didn’t just know my address, but now my personal email address too. The message was sent ten minutes ago. Subject: Earrings Do you like it? Lucas Alejandro CEO, Alejandro Technologies, Inc. ______________________________________ Subject: Re: Earrings Unfortunately, I like it, but I don’t think I can accept it. Why did you send me this, Luke?

Her desperation had played right into his hands, and now he was ready to capitalize on it. He unlocked his phone and opened his email app. “Which one should I use?” He murmured, his brow furrowed in thought. It had to be something untraceable, an email that wouldn’t raise suspicions. Suddenly, an old account came to mind, one he hadn’t touched in years. His fingers danced over the screen as he typed, wfricker1156@g***l.com. “This will do perfectly,” he said with a grin, his heart pounding as he began to compose the email.

I grab my phone and scroll through a plethora of messages until I find hers. “darkmangledsoul@g***l.com” Dark, mangled soul? I narrow my eyes in wonder. “What a weird address.” I input the address in my computer and shoot a quick email to him. “Hello, Mr. Anonymous Businessman.” Yes, I’m actually calling him that. But I digress;

After a few seconds, he replied, “Thanks.” “You’re welcome.” After Madeline said that, she hung up the phone. She wanted to call Jeremy, but she noticed he had left his phone in the office. Madeline walked to the front of the computer and turned it on after she entered the password while it was in sleeping mode. She remembered that Jeremy’s password was her birthday. He had not changed it this entire time. When she thought about this, Madeline felt extremely sweet. She clicked into Jeremy’s private email inbox with ease, and after a while, she found the email the man mentioned just now.

The bitter taste lingered in the air, a reminder that within the depths of darkness, there was also the possibility of growth and redemption. Determined to seek answers and address the unsettling information she had just uncovered, Athena retrieved her laptop and powered it on. As the familiar glow of the screen illuminated her face, a mixture of anticipation and dread coursed through her veins. She knew delving into the details of the inmates on death row would be a dark and disturbing task, but it was a necessary step in understanding the complexities of their conditions. Opening her email, she found the message from Jay, her trusted contact in the prison system. His warning note caught he

Always look on the bright side—" I stood right back up. "There are several guest rooms in this house. You can pick one of them and make yourself comfortable. Goodnight." I walked up to my room without looking back. I got to my room and the first thing I did after downing my drink was to open my emails and try to email Clara. It was the email she used while teaching. I wondered if she still had access to it, or rather, still used it. From: lucas.sinclair@sinclairholdings.com

"That piece of paper she gave you, is it contact details?" He blinks at me, then mutters, "How stupid can I be?" He reaches into his pocket, pulls out the crumpled scrap of paper. "A name and address?" I ask. He frowns. "No, it's an e-mail address." He sniffs. "Clever of her. Complete contact without actually surrendering any privacy." He looks at the scrap, musing. "Interesting, the address is in fact, for the auction house; charlotte@.... She's not actually given away anything at all."

Stan. She remembered him. Denzel had introduced him to her as his buddy when she started working at Culid. But she didn’t have his mobile number. She picked her phone again and searched for the company website. Most companies had the contacts of their key staff in their website. When the result displayed, Karen typed in Stan. The result came out. “Yeah!” Underneath the picture of Stan were his details. No mobile number but an email address. That was enough. She took a pen and jotted down the email address.

My monthly surprise gift from one of my Eco-living subscriptions will ship soon, but considering the email doesn't have actual tracking numbers, I delete it, ready to wait for the good one. There are five emails from Amazon reminding me about new releases from authors I follow and a sale flyer packed with books from people like Patterson and Stephen King. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Then waiting for me one-third down the page, so my eyes didn't immediately snap to it as soon as I opened my email, sits the subject line I've been waiting to read. Congratulations, you've been selected!

he began, his tone serious but reassuring, “with this small piece of information, there’s a real chance we can find your daughter. But we’ll need a bit more to make this work. For instance, what email address was used to open her Nintendo account?” The question hit me fast. I froze for a moment, my thoughts scrambling to recall the details. It had all happened so quickly setting up her account, verifying it, linking it to her little games. But I remembered. “Yes,” I said quickly, my words tumbling out. “It’s my second email. I opened it for her account. I still have the confirmation emails, one of them even had her Nintendo account ID.” “Excellent,” the investigator said, his tone firm with