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"For Kate's year-end bonus this year, let's just give her 500 dollars to keep up appearances." My boss' nonchalant conversation with the accountant drifts through the half-closed break room door. "500 dollars? But Mr. Ribeiro, she's our top salesperson this year," the accountant reminds Rupert Ribeiro cautiously. "The new guy, Carter Stevens, just closed a small deal, and you just approved a 5,000-dollar bonus for him…" Rupert scoffs. "You don't get it. Carter's a man—a rising star. You have to throw money at him to bring out his killer instinct. "As for Kate, she's a 40-year-old woman. She's old. Even if she leaves us, who's going to want her? Giving her 500 dollars is already doing her

Abel said and I only nodded. “I would take your bet, but I believe my mother would kill us all if we were in her kitchen,” Sam said snickering. “How about loser is Gabi’s training dummy for a month,” Thaddeus said, still strapping on his gear. “HEY! So not fucking fair!” Antony said stopping from typing on his computer as Gabi sat in the corner just laughing. “Okay, for the ultimate loser, he contracts a half point for every takedown he contributes to,” Abel said, trying to placate our brother.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Elena asked in the hope of getting answer. “Come on, baby doll, I am here to play.” “Let’s play then.” Aslan barked. He was not liking it at all. “That’s more like a man.” Derek said happily. “What you bet?” Aslan asked. “Oops. I have to bet.” Derek spoke, looking around. “That’s how a game of poker is played, loser.” Aslan was reday to beat the shit out of Derek.

The men who had just made fun of Fang were very frustrated and some fear because the strongest man among them had not reached after the second liquidation when he was young, let alone the fifth liquidation. They knew about the change taking place this year, which includes playing one match You just win, you are promoted to the other liquidation, you lose, they kick you out. This was very difficult compared to previous years, where there are other opportunities to play another match. One of them said, "Should we go and apologize now?" He replied, "You don't have to... what if he reaches the fifth liquidation, and what comes after that, let's go, I don't want to

“ I think they deserve each other.” Samantha laughed whole heartedly, and people seated nearby already started murmuring after hearing what Samantha just said. Alex and Bella slightly spun their head around, knowing things could get out of hand if they decide to fire back the way they want to. They pause the rage boiling in their hearts. At least for now. It could get them sacked either ways. Sensing things could explode soon, Gracias cooed in quickly. “Alright, alright,” she said with a nervous laugh. “Let’s keep the game going, before someone flips a table tonight. Who will be the next catch?....”

“But I am your shield. If we stand together, we don’t just survive, we rise.” They cheered, but she felt the weight behind their voices. This wasn’t hope. It was desperation. Among them stood her childhood friend, Kael, who had once believed she died in the fire. His eyes now held pain and something else. “You look just like your mother,” he said quietly. “She was the one who stopped the first uprising.” Emily didn’t know if that gave her courage or dread. But Kael offered his sword. And that mattered. As twilight fell, Lila returned with news, her scouts had seen the Bonefire army. They weren’t just wolves. They were corrupted spirits, some half-formed, others dripping in rune-marked armor.

Barbara spoke but Nancy immediately cut in. “How long..." Barbara and Boris didn't dare say a word. “How long has this been going on?" Nancy asked once more, this time her voice was thunderous. “Two years," the words escaped Barbara's mouth before she could comprehend. Nancy burst into a hellacious laugh, but before she could speak, the system's voice cut through. “Time elapsed." The arena fell deadly silent. "The losers are Gavin and Melissa."

His knuckles turned white, and it was as if the delicate glass might shatter in his hands at any moment. Ariana continued, "Since our marriage can't be saved, it's better to end it. I know you've had some losses dealing with the Luboves over the years." "Some losses?" Spencer finally spoke, his voice colder than before. "Ms. Lubove, do you misunderstand what billions mean? Do you think they're a mere small amount?" "It's just a drop in the bucket to you." Spencer scoffed. "So what? Even if it's a small amount, why should I just give it to you for nothing?"

Outside, danger still lurked. Alejandro, standing nearby, crossed his arms. “This is touching, really. But we need to move. The people who run this place are not going to let us walk out unchallenged.” Tomiwa, ever alert, nodded. “We’ve made too much noise already. Someone will come looking.” A scream rang out from deeper inside the club, followed by the unmistakable clatter of metal against concrete. The underground fight house was waking up to the fact that they had just lost one of their prized fighters—Luciana.