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Anything that might prove or disprove his theory. By 2 am, his eyes were tired but his curiosity was worse than ever. The more he searched, the more confused he became. Some things matched perfectly, others didn't. Leon sounded rougher in public. Diamond sounded softer, gentler and warmer. But people changed their voices all the time. Didn't they? Noa sighed heavily. His phone buzzed suddenly. A notification from Diamond. His stomach flipped. Diamond had uploaded a new voice message. Immediately, Noa clicked on it.

He searched for the word, unable to find one big enough. "I know," she murmured, her heart racing against her ribs. She took his hands in hers, pulling them away from her face, holding them tight. "So what do we do about it, Dylan?" He looked at the open door, then back at her. A moment ago, they were playing a role. Now, the role felt like a comfortable disguise for a truth too heavy to bear. "We keep the lie going," he said, his voice a low promise. "But we change the script. Starting now."

Next, he carefully thinks of how he will revenge on every girl he'll know. He is not like his brother who likes to use money and good look. He doesn't want those girls that he will target that it's him, it will be a secret. That's the reason why he put on a shoulder-length wig. It's merely to cover the features of his face. Next, he will have to get and make his own funds. Being the second son, he does not think his parents will leave him any, or if they do it will surely be less than what they will give to his big brother.

“REMOVE THEIR ACCESS. THEY WILL STARVE WITHOUT—” “They’ll have to find another show,” I said. “One that doesn’t run on marrow.” Script erupted around us as it scrambled. MAXIMIZE_SPECTACLE tried to rename itself as MAXIMIZE_CLARITY, then MAXIMIZE_PROCESS_EFFICIENCY AUDIENCE variables pulsed red, then went dark.

“He called when he saw the King’s email about it. He wanted me to confirm the execution for tomorrow. I’ve been so busy I hadn’t been able to actually talk to him about it until now. But no more work talk. The food should be here soon. Did you pick out a movie?” I shook my head. “Not yet. I can’t decide which genre I want. Are you in the mood for comedy, romance, or action?” “How about horror?” I blanched. “I don’t like horror movies,” I admitted, biting my lip. “Sorry.” He grinned. “You choose. I’m good with whatever,” he tells me. I nodded and continued to flip through N*****x until I decided on a romantic comedy. “Can’t go wrong with that,” he agrees.

Jacob continued, “you are not the only one fighting over it.” Her breath were caught, sharp and helpless. “Jacob,” she whispered, changing from “Mr. Matthews” to his name, a change so intimate that it almost loosened him. “I don’t know how to pretend.” “You don’t have to.” Her eyes softened, then closed, and her shoulders rose as she drew in a shaky breath. For a moment, she looked like she might fall for him, and allow everything to collapse into the heat that still bound them together. But she stayed still, pinned between want and fear.

But now, she wasn't so sure if her still-delicate emotional state had anything to do with the sly glint she saw in the other woman's brown eyes. "Perks of being the new girl I guess," Eden shrugged, "I'm sure it will die down soon. By next week all the fascination would have waned." Lucy's scarlet lips stretched wider, but the deadpan expression on her face chilled Eden to her core, there was nothing friendly or reassuring about the smile at all. "Well, enjoy it while it lasts." "Who's I.J.? Does he also work here?" Clara asked, interrupting what was quickly escalating into a minefield of resentment, one Eden didn't think she's properly equipped to navigate.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I observed him as he played games on his phone. "Fuck! Keegan, you're a jerk! "He yelled. I could hear a giggle over the phone. "I'm sorry, man, that was my fault," he apologized. "What are you playing?" I inquired. "Is that you, Nola? We're playing a game called Mobile Legends," Malcolm's response astonished me. They're taking part in that game? I was watching them when they lost the game and busted out laughing. My laughter grew louder when I noticed Aries frowning when he lost a star.

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