Secret Affair Pocket Fm の小説・ストーリー

“I asked about her and you!” Kaluna’s index finger pointed clearly at Rara who stood not far from him and Dewa. “Answer!” snapped Kaluna when Dewa remained stunned. “Today we’re supposed to be celebrating one year of our relationship, but you’re... celebrating by cheating on my friend?” To Kaluna’s astonishment, neither Dewa nor Rara denied her accusation at all. Did that mean the two of them had really been in a secret relationship behind her back? “You better be honest, Dewa.” Rara ventured to speak up.

So rather than restricted everything and kept it hidden is better to just made it slightly accessible, after all, there’s quite a lot of stars in Virtue Financial, for example Catherine and the others, they can already be said a celebrity. “Sir, in the scheduled…why is there a sections at the end of it that wrote..Top Secret?…and they way that the procedure were made..this looks like an announcement…is there something that we should know about?…is it rather normal occasion or perhaps a secretive and sensitive one?..”. (Kim Yeon Su) “...That is the highlight…this is a sensitive matter..which only the Inner Circle knows about it…Take this…for that last spot of the schedule…it was reserved for

Liam whispered later. Emily seemed to smile alone and after that tried to close her eyes, she even forgot all her problems instantly because she heard an intimate whisper from Liam again for tonight. *** After finishing the meeting this morning, Liam decided to return to his room to pick up some files that he would hand over to his current secretary. As he was about to sit in his seat, Liam was seen staring at the secretary and smiling at him, "Sir, someone wants to see you right now." Liam glanced at his gold watch that was coiled cutely on his right wrist at this time, apparently it was already 10:30 AM for now, "Is he a black haired guy?"

She tried to hide the pain but it was very visible in her eyes. Ansh sat on his knees on the tiled floor as he held her hand before she could walk away. From her blurry vision, she looked at him. “Adaa,” he said, the name he always called her. His Adaa. Anshuman took a deep breath as he stared into her eyes; he had waited for this moment all his life, “Adaa, there is something in my pocket, can you help me take it out?” He asked in his usual rough voice as she shivered.

What I needed was something specific, something subtle that would give me an edge, something others might overlook. As I continued channel surfing, my fingers paused over a small local news segment, buried beneath the more sensational stories. It was that of the FireHeart pack. Headlines: FIREHEART PACK HAS LOST THEIR BELOVED MINISTER OF SECRET AFFAIRS IN WHAT IS BELIEVED TO BE A SEVERE HEART ATTACK. I leaned in, listening to the words of the female reporter as she spoke.

She is a smart woman after all . I shoved the thought aside and focused on gathering my things for the afternoon shift. One step at a time. One day at a time. I was slipping my phone into my bag when another vibration buzzed in my palm. Another message. But this one made the blood drain from my face. Unknown number: “You managed to keep a secret for ten years or at least you thought so.” Beneath the words, an image loaded slowly onto the screen. My heart pounded against my ribs until I thought it might crack.

Fergus was working on something on his laptop. His secretary came into the room. sir, "Yes, what is up?" Fergus exclaimed, glancing at his secretary briefly. "Here is a package for you." The secretary kept a small box on Fergus's desk. "Who sent it?" he asked. "I don't know. There is no sender's name. Okay, then you may go." The secretary left Fergus's room. Fergus took the flash disk from the box he had opened.

Her phone buzzed in her pocked and immediately she reached for it. She glanced at the screen then froze. “What?” I asked. She turned it toward me, I looked at her before looking at the content of the message. With the way she was shaking and didn't need more heads up to know that she had seen something scary. A single message. No number. Requesting discreet meeting. I can’t do this anymore. Below it was a symbol. Simple. Precise. Fiona’s breath hitched. “I’ve seen this,” she whispered. “Once. In Richardson’s sealed safe.”

Freddie explained, a hint of excitement in his voice. Rafael, the seasoned detective, raised an eyebrow and accepted the item Freddie handed him. His eyes narrowed as he inspected the image or document presented before him, searching for clues or context that might explain its significance. The atmosphere in the room crackled with tension as the unknown secret within the document loomed large. Freddie leaned closer to Rafael, his voice lowering in a conspiratorial tone. "But, sir, there is top-secret information," he emphasized. Rafael, his curiosity piqued, wiggled his eyebrows, and asked, "What is this top-secret information?"

"Yes. My mission is to discover valuable intel on Jessey Beckham and Devon Dimetry." "But there's no way of finding anything out! I've tried! Their security is too strong." She says. The other woman was right of course. The security details of both men were extremely tight and the businessmen guarded their secrets with extreme jealousy. It couldn't be helped really. They had secrets worth billions of dollars. Some people would kill for one of their secrets. And from the looks of it, the broker was one of those people. "What if I tell you I have a plan to acquire this Intel and successfully escape?."