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" I have been sending emails, Miss Lucia. I can propose a better offer if it means you accepting my invitation. " I look around me as if to make sure I wasn't watched before I faced the desperate man. " You sent me mails? " He nods. " Which of my account? " " Lucia Gael two- hundred- and eighty- four at g mail dot com. " " Oh I see. " I made a discovering face while memorizing the address. " Remind me yours again so I'll check. " A quick smile appears on his spotless face. " Lucia? " I hear a voice calling from behind me and I look back.

I walked to the head of the table and didn’t sit. “Show me,” I said. Kane slid his phone across. Jordan had forwarded the email to him. She hadn’t sent it to me directly, which told me she was still trying to control what access she gave. Still trying to maintain autonomy in a house that wanted to manage her. I respected it. I hated it too, because I wanted the information faster. The email was short. Disposable address. Blank subject. Two lines: You don’t belong there. Stop defending monsters. And the attachment.

That was specific knowledge. Elias arrived twenty minutes after I forwarded the message. He read it on his phone in the doorway before he was fully inside. "The email address," I said. "How exposed is it." "It shouldn't be findable from anything we set up." He came in and sat. "Which means she found it through something older. Something from before."

He gave his thanks to the old lady and left. He drove to his condo and went to his study room. He got his laptop and entered the username and password he got from her journal. And indeed it was his old email address. Aside from emails from his social network he used to own, he could see new emails from someone. And it's none other than from his wife. He opened an email she sent and read its contents with bated breath. April XX, 20XX SUBJECT: Still sending you messages, even if I know you'll never read this

I sighed as I tried to concentrate on my work. My mind seemed to be far away. I couldn't concentrate. My phone beeped announcing that I'd received a text message. Jace's name flashed across the screen. I read his text; "I've emailed you my old notes. They'll help you study. J" I needed all the help I could get. He probably sent it to my old email account. I logged into my email. I was immediately flooded with thousands of messages. I realized that this was the first time I was using it after three years.I absentmindedly scrolled through the messages. Most of them were advertisements and spam.

She smiled, looking at the photo of them holding each other and smiling happily. “There are icons, just like your iPod. The one that says NHT is for my assistant and my company, the one that says York is a list of my family’s numbers and the one that says VM is for the voicemail. The one on the bottom that has the little letter is the e-mail, just touch it and it will pull up my private account.” Sandra did as she was told, then found a very quick connection as several pages scrolled quickly in front of her. “Find an e-mail from Horace, Baker and Marshall. It will be from my solicitor.”

Showing any emotion here was a weakness, especially emotions attached to a woman, so I tried not to let it show in my face or body language. I have recently started communicating with Miranda via emails, which is so much faster than that of the postal service. Although, I do like getting handwritten letters as I can read them at any time and not just when I am at the computer. They had recently brought the email function to the institutions, expediting communication but there was a catch. The emails do not work exactly like regular ones on the outside. Our emails go through like a filter. If certain trigger words or phrases are used, then the email gets held up and reviewed versus perused

Had he been the shadow in the library, the feeling of eyes on her back in the empty hallway? She opened her laptop, her fingers ice-cold. She logged into an old email account she hadn’t used since high school, a graveyard of forgotten notifications. The inbox was full of spam. But the ‘Sent’ folder… She scrolled, her heart a frantic drum. And there she found it. A thread. Dozens of emails, sent over a period of two years, to an address she didn’t recognize, kv.archivist@a private domain. The subject lines were all variations: Project Update. New Acquisition. Documentation.

Kendall smiled apologetically at her. "Okay."Kelly smiled warmly and went back to her breakfast.. "Alright bye love I'm off now." She was skipping breakfast again. Kelly could only sigh and watch her leave.. Kendall got into the Maybach waiting outside and Cecile drove off immediately... Kendall was busy working on her laptop when an email popped up from an unknown number. At first she wanted to ignore it but when an email popped again interrupting her she couldn't ignore it.. She clicked on the email and found a video clip with a message attached to it..

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