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Jenkins, the owner of the quaint bookshop where she had spent countless hours browsing through shelves and seeking advice on rare books. "Mrs. Jenkins?" Emma's voice trembled with confusion and a hint of betrayal. "But why? You're...you're the one who's been helping us." Mrs. Jenkins' smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with a sinister light. "Oh, Emma, dear Emma. You've been so blind. I've been playing a role, just like everyone else in this game. And you, my dear, are one of the most intriguing pieces on the board." Julian's eyes narrowed, his hand instinctively reaching for his gun. "You're the one who's been behind the organization? But why? What's your endgame?"

“You used your connection for you to get inside, huh?” Doctor Akira conceded and nodded. “But what are you doing here?” Shouldn’t it be Charles waiting out here?” “Seems like Charles was mad to notice me stayed,” Jenkins finally answered. “I stayed because I want to be the few first she sees when she wakes up.” “Ah, if that is so then you might need a cup of coffee.” “I might.” Jenkins smiled. “But before that, I want to know if her baby is safe.”

“I’d like you to meet a good friend of mine, Mr. Ethan Black.” “Hello.” The handsome man extended his hand out to shake mine. “Hello.” I got stuck in his eyes. They were piercing and I felt something inside me ignite as our hands met. He must have felt it too because he suddenly looked confused. I quickly pulled my hand away and tried my best to compose myself. “Ms. Jones is Greenbrooke’s temporary head librarian.” Mayor Pippins said to Mr. Ethan Black. “We haven’t yet found the right replacement.” “Well, I’m already doing all the work.” I responded sarcastically. “You could just make me the head librarian.”

"Every night, we check rooms to see if the students are enjoying their sleep." I turned my head away from her. I waited until I heard her footsteps walking away. A junior gave me a plate, a sandwich overfilled with meat. I thanked him and he asked, "What's your full name, Miss Jenkins?" I knew they were eavesdropping on my conversation with the school nurse. I also noticed his British accent. "Lily, Lily Jenkins," I replied. He smiled. "My name is Theodore Davis." He says as he points another student. "And that is my best friend, William Relish."

"I'll miss your presence here, Jenkins." "I will too, B." He says and wraps his arms around me. When we release each other, Jenkins is not looking at me. His eyes are trained on someone standing at the other side of the room. I do not follow his eyes, though. I concentrate on pouring myself another drink. "Damn, that's a hottie right there," Jenkins mutters. "But, why is he staring at me like he wants to have me dead in no instant?" I drop the decanter back on the table and sit up, following Jenkins' eyes and when I see who is standing at the other side of the room, I groan.

Jenkins, Ayana finds not just a neighbor but a kindred spirit—a friend who understands her struggles and brings light and laughter into her life. As Ayana spends more time with her neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins, she starts to pick up on subtle cues and behaviors that hint at a hidden past. There are moments when Mrs. Jenkins' cheerful demeanor falters, replaced by a fleeting expression of sadness or hesitation. Ayana notices these shifts, and a sense of curiosity begins to gnaw at her, prompting her to wonder about the secrets Mrs. Jenkins might be keeping.

There was a large painting at the end of the hall, it was a door that led to another part of the mansion. I reluctantly trailed behind Jenkins, feeling like a child being sent to timeout because that was what was happening. As we climbed the stairs, I whispered to Jenkins: "What's going on? Why are they acting so strange?" Jenkins' expression remained neutral. "I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to discuss family matters, Miss Ariana." We reached my bedroom door, and Jenkins opened it with a courteous gesture. "Jenkins?" He turned, his eyes softening. "Yes, Miss Ariana?"

JENNY POV The moment I stepped into the house, some feeling of discomfort seemed to wash over both me and Adrian. The staff had welcomed us with uneasy gestures, and one could almost taste the tension. Mrs. Jenkins, the housekeeper, came towards us smiling uneasily. "Jenny, dear, we need to talk to you about something," she said in whispers. I exchanged the same puzzled glance with Adrian and followed Mrs. Jenkins into the living room. The others had entered, too, and their expressions were serious.

I told the driver to park and forwarded our current location so Jenkins and the team could find us without delay. Jenkins is the head of the mercenary unit I hired the moment I realized someone was trying to kill me. They lived in my house disguised as domestic staff, guards, cooks, and cleaners, and kept an eye on every corner without anyone knowing. Only Richard knew about them. It wasn’t safe to trust anyone else. Now it was time to find out who was behind that accident and why.

And I was the only one with the encryption key, but I was standing on the outside of the glass, watching the doors lock. ​I turned to the lead federal agent in the corner. "You have to stop them." ​The agent looked at Sarah, then back at me. "Mr. Sterling, as far as the DOJ is concerned, Ms. Jenkins is the only person here with a clean record. We follow her lead now." ​The doors closed. I was alone in the hallway, the sound of the world's most expensive machine starting up again behind me.