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The side of her mouth lifted, before she headed towards the front door. He stood frozen in the same place. Nancy opened the door, only then he called her. “Callie, where are you going?” “I’ll meet Matt. I know he can’t find her without my help” She turned around to meet his eyes. “Take care of Ian.” “Don’t put your life in danger, Nancy.” Brandon yelled. Yet, Nancy chose to run out of the house and save her one and only sister. Brandon pressed his hand against his chest, letting his body fall on the couch. “Why am I feeling like something bad will happen?”

Rain drummed softly against the glass windows, blurring the gray Manhattan skyline outside. Callie Vance sat at a corner table, her slim leather folder pressed against her chest as if it were a shield. She looked up when Ntahan entered through the entrance. Nathan slid into the seat opposite her. He didn't order coffee. He simply looked at her, his expression a mask of professional distance that hid the heavy ache in his chest.

Damian followed, his presence an anchor beside her. Inside, the atmosphere was electric—dim lighting, expensive liquor, whispers of illegal deals masked by laughter and jazz music. Calloway was already waiting in a private booth. His silver hair was slicked back, his sharp features composed. He barely looked up as Ava slid into the seat across from him. “So,” he drawled, swirling his whiskey. “You wanted to talk business?” Ava forced a smirk. “I want in.” Calloway finally met her gaze, eyes sharp with amusement. “You’ve been a thorn in my side for years. And now you want to work with me?”

" she said, while giggling. They all clapped, while Samantha and Allen couldn't get enough of each other. Back home, Nancy, Kay and Rose had been busted, by Kingston's team. Kingston still had feelings for Nancy, even after her betrayal. He almost got kicked out of the team, because he almost let his emotions cloud his judgement. He vowed to bring Nancy to justice, and so he did. Nancy was arrested, with the rest of her minions. She was sentenced to 15years in jail, while Kay and Rose got 10years each. Samantha had been sending Nancy letters in prison, and time it gets sent back.

"You should probably be aware that Nora is straight. She did Calculus in high school, but no tennis and no dates wearing skirts. No dates for Homecoming or Prom. She is not a virgin, she knows the basic moves, but even in college she prioritized studies over sex. When she got an itch she had a few study friends that did the job, but they had to measure up to her academic standards first." Next I called Nancy. She was very busy from today until the convention, busy enough that she was ignoring the whole New Year thing. She actually sounded excited about what she was working on, but she had a lot to do. I said I might have a one-shot visit overnight, somebody I knew. She was fine with that, as

As if respect has any place in protecting what's ours. The investigator's report sits on my desk, a thick manila folder full of ammunition. I flip it open and study the photograph of Annabelle Callahan clipped to the first page. She's pretty in that unremarkable way poor girls often are, fresh faced and wholesome. The kind of girl who probably thinks hard work and a good heart are enough to get by in this world. She has no idea what she's walked into. My phone buzzes. Detective Walsh returning my call finally.

After finishing the conversation, I ended the call and let out a deep breath. Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me and turned around. Nancy was standing against the wall, smirking at me with an amused expression. "Wow, Oliver. You are not as innocent as you look," she said with a playful glint in her eyes. I looked at her and shrugged, "It's just business." Nancy's eyes shone as she looked at me with a grin. She was stunningly beautiful, wearing a mid-length leather skirt with a black crop top. She looked perfect, exactly my type, but I wasn't interested in women.

After some minutes, the waitress returned with their order as she served them. “How was your trip? Amira told me that you guys would travel to California for a business meeting." Nancy broke the awkward silence. “It was successful," Ryan simply replied as he drank from his glass of wine. There was another silence which made Nancy so nervous, she wonders why he wants to see her. Her heart won't stop beating, she won't stop having hope that he called her to accept her as his girlfriend. She knows that's ridiculous, but she really hope that's the reason he wants to see her.

Instead, thinking that I had finally agreed with her, she smiled. “Felix, you should’ve been this obedient and sensible earlier. Don’t worry. From now on, I’ll treat you well.” Seeing that I wasn’t resisting anymore, Anthony immediately cheered and brought in a group of weird friends from who-knows-where. The only thing missing was someone starting a dance party right beside the urn. I quietly turned and sat down, watching the ashes sticking to the bottoms of their shoes. My expression remained indifferent. Right on schedule, the funeral celebrant walked in, holding a funeral service program in his hands. The moment he saw the scene in front of him, he froze in place.

Callan knocked on the door again, but there was no response inside. "Master Handerson, do you want to open it?" Nick stood behind Callan and asked. For him, the number one killer in Country C, it was not a problem to open the door. "Ha." Callan smirked and rubbed his eyebrows with his slender fingers. He shook his head and said, "Forget it, she is angry now. She won't be nice to me even if I enter. Let's go! Let's get someone to watch her 24 hours."