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Emilia Clark I sat still, fidgeting nervously as I waited for my interview with Mrs. Grey. I knew little about her, except that she was the Chairwoman of Grey Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar company previously run by her son, Damien Grey. No one had seen or heard from Damien since he was reportedly involved in an accident two years ago.

He looks at me, stares at my eyes for a good minute before talking. Going to Mikael's point of view, I stare at Lily's eyes as I saw some flashbacks pop up on my head. But then, I avert my gaze as I started to tell my story. "At that time, BlackJack was not yet created. It was the eight of us, along with Jacob and his friends. We were very interested in mafia and gangs after watching movies, so we decided to roleplay the scene in our fantasy and created Grey Howl with Jacob as our leader. He was always the type that leads people into starting something, and I love that about him. Seeing how he cares for his friend as if we're all one big family. But then I meet a girl who moves to my neighbo

It was nice to have someone to talk about his romantic life with –semi pseudo paraplegic romance –even though it wasn't for free. It felt regular and archaic and old and a total cliché when he took his first step towards the man. He expected to feel something new, but it was still the same. From the ground floor elevator to the third floor where Hamilton's office was; the purple orchid that hung to right side of the door; the room thirty seven copper plated office number with Dr H. E. Greenfield boldly inscribed beneath, everything up unto this moment felt too predictable and strangely insipid.

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NARRATIVE It was a solemn morning in the Grey's family manor for some reasons. Jamie Grey had yestereve, announced to his family members about his relationship with the lady at the canal. The twins had discovered to their consternation, that their father truly had another child aside them.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

[GRAYSON CROSS MANSION - LIVING ROOM, SAME DAY, AFTERNOON] The massive flat screen TV was showing the news. Shayla's speech was playing again. They had been replaying it all day. Every news station. Every channel. The reporter was doing commentary over the footage. Talking about Dr. Shayla Cross's incredible journey. From college student to renowned surgeon. The ultimate American dream story. Grayson was sitting on the couch. Remote in hand. Watching the screen intently. He had already seen this speech live. He had been there in person watching from the crowd. But he could not stop watching it again and again.