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He pressed a button, and his chair went back. We suddenly had a whole lot more room, and he pulled me up, so I was straddling him. Storm took my face in both his hands and kissed me hard. Okay, I guess we're having sex in cars now, I thought to myself as Storm began touching me in a way that made the world dissapear. In these small moments where I forgot, everything was fucking perfect. Just me and Storm and nothing else mattered.

Evelina pulled a book out of her bag that she borrowed earlier in the school library. BAM!!! The thumping sound of the book she put on her desk, sounded very loud because the book was quite heavy and thick. Evelina checks the book and she realizes that she borrowed so much. She didn’t expect that the books borrowed by her were enough. So, no wonder Rissa commented on this morning. “Let’s see what books I just borrowed ...,” murmured while sorting out the book. “There’s a Sherlock Holmes novel, Her Last Word, A Time Return, ... and finally you’re my butterfly?”

To secure a major project, I had to fly overseas immediately. When I returned, two months had already passed. By then, that family was in complete ruin. Mr. Moonstone had been admitted to the ICU. Despite her advanced age, Mrs. Moonstone had boldly chosen love, running off with Caleb after emptying the family accounts. Emily, the illegitimate daughter, was ambitious, rallying shareholders to wrest control of the company from her. As for her so-called true love, Aaron, he caused her plenty of trouble as well. His plagiarism scandal had been exposed.

Clara's POV A week after the piece was published something unexpected happened. The student. The twenty-two-year-old whose name had been on the stolen entry. He sent Eleanor a message. She showed it to me. It read: Miss Luther. I am the person who unknowingly submitted your work. I did not know. I want you to know that I have been in this program for four years and I have genuine work of my own that I am proud of. What my tutor did, using me as a vehicle for someone else's stolen design, has damaged my professional standing in ways I am still working through. I am sorry that your work was stolen. I am also asking whether you would be willing to speak with me because I believe the methodology

I had seen enough. I bought a flight ticket for the next morning. Once Sienna was gone, the blacklist she had put me on back home would be lifted, and I could finally start a new life. The next morning, I rolled my suitcase into the airport, but I hadn't gone far before a woman, covered from head to toe, grabbed my arm. "She's here!" Her voice snapped me to attention. It was Sienna. I tried to wrench free, but she latched on with a strength that shocked me. Within seconds, a wall of men in black closed in around us. I swung hard and knocked back her veil.

"I'm so sorry, Kiara. I genuinely had no idea that Hiccup would despise your belongings to such an extent and simply destroy them all…" I rushed inside to find the room littered with shredded papers. I didn't bother checking my clothes or anything else. I began picking up the torn scraps from the floor shakily. Amid the scattered debris, I spotted part of a message Ms. Zimmerman had written for me. It read, "I hope your path ahead will be filled with light, Kiara…" I could no longer read the latter part of the message, as it had been destroyed. I looked at the shredded paper and couldn't hold back my tears, causing large drops of tears to land on the paper, each one leaving behind a watery s

Theo said. “Yes.” Her jaw tensed. “It wasn’t just stolen. I think… it wanted to be lost.” Theo set his glass down. Reached for something on the nearby side table. An old leather portfolio she hadn’t noticed before. He unfastened it gently and withdrew a single page. Yellowed. Fragile. Folded down the center. “I found this tucked inside one of the bindings in the west wing,” he said. “Hidden. Like someone meant for it to be found… but not too easily.”

“Relax, Liam, we will figure this out. I guess we need to persuade Adrian Grey more, and then we can destroy the evidence” “I do not think it is going to work, Amber, although we have a Truce, he kept denying the existence of it”. Amber was deep in thought, she paced endlessly, trying to rethink her mind, but the most extreme solution seemed to be the only option left. “He must be keeping it in his most cherished safe, don't you think Liam?” “What are you trying to insinuate?” Liam responded, raising a side glance at her batting lashes. “Let us steal it”, Amber suggested, smirking.

All three chuckled and sat down to discuss the matter at hand. "So what's going on, Ralph? Spill," said Gilbert, as they all sat down to hear him out. "The blueprints for the Timeless Collection are stolen from the designing department, Jaxon," the others gaped at him. "Are you sure they haven't been misplaced?" Asked Jaxon with a worried look on his face. "The lock to the cabinet has been tampered with and broken. The designs are the only ones that are missing," informed Ralph. "Not only that, the theft looks like an inside job as the thief didn't have to look for the designs anywhere else. He/she knew exactly where they were stored," said Ralph.

Her lungs tightened, pausing her oxygen intake for a fraction of a second. She had analyzed the theft a hundred times using clinical terminology. She had categorized it as a loss of intellectual property, a breach of documented process, a stolen evidentiary advantage. She used the cold, factual terms to keep the emotional pain at a distance. She had never heard the reality stated back to her so cleanly.