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Just measured, intelligent praise. “Who's the author?” Lucas asked, suddenly wary. Daniel tapped again. “I finally got a picture. Took some digging.” He turned the screen around. Lucas’s jaw locked. It was Peter. Standing confidently beside a laptop, sleeves rolled, smile quiet but proud. “No,” Lucas said. “No way.” “It’s verified,” Daniel said. “Registered to a holding company Peter owns. He’s been writing anonymously. Until now.” Lucas leaned back slowly in his chair, stunned into silence.

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About the Author Acky Loowa is a corporate trainer, a freelance host, a visionary and a happy go lucky underrated writer in Nueva Ecija, Philippines, who writes to express and not to impress. He is a simple guy who has a big dream and wants to inspire individuals through his work. Year 2020 when he won in a one shot writing contest with his story “GARAPON: Tapayan ng mga Puso” which caused him to take writing seriously. He can do writes all kind of genre but tragic story is his first love.

“This is for your locker. Change into your uniform then head for the tinted glass door on the far right. Someone will show you the ropes here.” After knocking three times without hearing any reply Ava opens the door. Shock washes over her seeing the room in shambles. Papers were lying on the floor . The desk lamp was twitching and the pen holder was knocked over. It was a mess. She heads for the empty swivel chair to somehow gather clues. As if on cue something caught her eye. It was a miniature wooden sculpture of a naked woman. With green leaves as hair and pink flowers blooming within them. Hands dangling in the air like branches and feet planted on the ground like roots as grasses sett

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She is a good woman with a good heart. "What are we working with" he settled on his office couch. I opened my old laptop and showed him what I've created. We started to talk on some corrections and some other things, putting finishing touches to my work. ~~~~~~~~~~ Trion Ander Valencio. (Note: Ander is Amelia's maiden name) "Sir" my assistant came in with the work I've asked for. "Put them on the side" I ordered, my gaze not straying from the document I was reviewing.

I started my work and prepared different schedule meetings. Time went by, around 2:30PM and it was time for lunch. So I stood up and picked up my purse and was going through the car park , when someone halted me. "Come in", said Drake, he was in his limo black car. I guessed it was his driver wearing a dark suit and glasses. "No, thank you', I said, walking faster. As i was about to get into the EXIT. I felt someone lifting me up and throwing me over his shoulder.