My X Report Novels & Stories

* XAVIER'S MANSION* MIA'S ROOM Mia rubbed her clammy palms together, taking in a soft, long breath. Her face scrunched up in worry, as she glanced at her phone which was beside her on the sofa. She didn't know why she was so worked up. Her page was already crowded with netizens saying nasty stuffs about her being aware of X-World's exploits. Some asked how she was able to date Xavier knowing that he has been sleeping with his artists. Others stated that she must be after his wealth.

“Answer it.” Xavier pressed the green button. “Yes?” The voice on the other end sounded sarcastic. “You left the reporting system without full access. I can’t open last month’s financial files. Don’t tell me you deliberately protected something.” “I didn’t protect anything. You just don’t know how to read the format I used,” Xavier replied flatly. “You think I’m stupid? I know there’s a large transaction not recorded in the main report. Who received it?” “That’s a CSR project that hasn’t been approved by the board. I’ll send the details tomorrow.”

I was making preparations to woo her, to buy her freedom, to make sure she never even dreamt of returning to that pathetic excuse for a man. And now, I’d lost her. Because I couldn't keep my mouth shut about the past. A sharp knock on the door broke my spiral. Zach stepped in, his tablet clutched in his hand. He looked at the shattered glass on the floor, then at me. He was the only one who didn't look terrified of my temper. I relaxed more into my chair, my eyes fixed on him. "The report you wanted on the 'vitamins' Xavier was prescribing," Zach said, sliding into the chair across from me.

I examined the body and found out marks. "Carry out an X-ray scan on his bones and send me the report" "Yes sir," I walked into my office, pulled off my clinical wear and bent over on my table, exhaling deeply. "Similar issues rising everyday. Thank goodness, he is not dead yet" There came a knock on my door, I quickly sat down and turned myself on the sit to face the door, "Come in" Tracy walked into the office, "Dr, here is the result" I pulled the result out from the envelope and ran my eyes through it. Something captured my attention.

I hiss through my teeth, stinging and sharp pains shooting through my scalp. “Let’s try that again, shall we?” He chuckles into my ear as he slams me into the white wall behind me and presses the side of my face harshly against it. There is a clipboard in his other hand, and I were it not for him shoving it in my face, it would’ve gone unnoticed. At the very top, the page attached reads, ′Subject X Report‘. A row of questions fill the page, and at the very bottom, in bold reads, ’FOR COURT USE ONLY’.

Next, I switched to another file on the USB drive. Detailed scientific test reports appeared on the big screen. "These are my blood sample test reports from the past three months, taken weekly. These are my hair sample test reports. And these are residue test reports I extracted from the water cooler at home, my personal water bottle, and even the soup Mom made for me."

Sebastian tells her. “That is strange. The Fever is just a cover,” Temperance tells him. “I asked the doctor to do a full scan. Maybe one of the punches ruptured an organ, or something?” Sebastian tells her, handing her a water. “Milo responded on a separate email,” Temperance opens it up.

I see it's ready. Gerald nodded, handing the file in his hand to him. He collected it and removed the graphic paper. It was an x-ray report. "Ah...What beauty..." He said to himself, which made Gerald and Aurora thought it wasn't the best expression to use in such context by the looks on their faces. He stood up with the file in his hand and walked over to his window, raising the graphic paper to the light from the window. "Is this already available in the system?"

Ever since he found out the truth, Michael had been disgusted by her. Xander and others knew about his pet peeve. But this time, Xander could not help himself. Michael knew that his friend was genuinely happy, so he simply pressed his lips together and said nothing. He took the report Xander handed him. The report listed the data for each test and even stated the recovery progress compared to his last treatment. Out of ten patients, nine people had observed improvement in their condition. Michael’s tightly pressed lips shuddered a little. He stared at the data without a word.

Reporters in the audience shot up from their seats, phones raised high as they flashed the latest breaking news to Xena. It was an official statement confirming that a private medical institution had been shut down and placed under investigation for falsifying medical reports. And right there, clear as day, was the name of the very clinic that had issued Xena’s diagnosis. “Miss Xander, care to respond? Is this report legitimate or not?” “Would you be willing to visit a certified medical institution for an official evaluation, right here and now?”