Mr Anonymous 소설 & 이야기

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;

I quickly opened the school’s forum and began to type. MissCaptainOfAll: I need help ASAP! This is a case that should be handled as an emergency. Does anyone know who the professor handling Data Analytics for year three is? He is somewhat anonymous but I really need to know who he is right now. If you have emails or some type of way to reach him, reply to this post!

Everything looks secure. But my AI is never wrong. Just as I finish my diagnostics, a new message appears on the top of the screen from an anonymous writer. Their username is blank, and their image is a dark circle. How did they get the password to this server? Angry and curious, I open the mysterious message.

The second email arrived that night. Different tone. More personal. *Ms. Winters,* *I understand your hesitation regarding anonymous donations. Allow me to introduce myself properly.* *My name is Martin Schaffer. You know me as Julian Cross's defense attorney. The man who cross-examined you. Who tried to discredit your testimony.* *I would like to meet you. To explain. And to offer you twenty million dollars. Legitimately. No strings. No traps.* *Please give me one hour of your time. I promise, this is not what you think.*

This is why I love Mistress V, she lives a life that is opposite to mine, and when I’m her, I forget the hell I live through as Evelyn. I’m adjusting my mask when the door swings open. I watch as a client walks in, a returning client, the usual type, tall, who wears the same two suits to the office, has a corporate job he hates, and a woman in his life who is too focused on her hair and nails to notice that he needs something more than he lets on. “Pet,” my head tilts, watching him. I was told a single client booked my services, so when someone else walks in behind him, I’m taken aback.

She just said, loud enough to follow me out, “Keep calling it coincidence if that makes it easier. But don’t be shocked when guilt starts looking a lot like love.” I walked away. But my chest stayed tight. And for the first time, the word coincidence didn’t feel strong enough to hold my ground. I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone, my thumb hovering over the screen. One new message. From him. Mr. Anonymous: Checking in. Did the "Grandmother" finally pack her bags? Are you standing on your own two feet yet?

Damian asked calmly. Michael scoffed. "Well, he hasn't officially been announced yet." Then proudly: "But I'm very familiar with the former CEO." "Do you know the Chairman?" Damian asked again. Michael laughed. "Come on, man. Everyone knows the Chairman of GnG is anonymous. If you actually worked there, you'd know that." Then Lara jumped back in because apparently silence caused her physical pain. "Wait," she laughed, looking between us. "Imagine these broke people." I slowly put my fork down.

Marcus A gentle knock jolts me back from my wondering mind. Cindy pops in with a cup of coffee. “Are you ok Boss?” She asks concern written all over her face. “Yes I am fine, I just got an unexpected visitors is all. Please cancel anything that you can today I will finish up with the Mueller account and zoom call with the Santiago Group”

I open the door and spot a man,whom I saw with Alexander all the time. "Good morning Miss Brown please come this way,"He bows first and then shows me the right side direction. "Good morning to you too Mr. Anonymous and please call me by first name.I am not your master."I roll my eyes on the unnecessary formalities directed towards me for no reason. "I am sorry but I can't call you by your first name Miss Brown its inappropriate and Boss won't allow any of us to show disrespect towards you."He replies in his monotonous tone.

He told her, and she nodded as she rushed out of the room. The moment she left, a mysterious man walked into the room, throwing some money to the table with a smirk on his face. “Kathy Stratton, the little girl that was brought in here. I’m going to need your help with her.” He said, and the doctor raised his head as he stared at him. “Who are you?” He asked. “Just call me Mr Anonymous.” . Kathryn quickly took the tests and after making sure she was a match, the donation was set for the next week since she needed to undergo a series of more tests. Tanya was broken when she learnt that things had gotten this bad but she couldn’t do anything.