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Damien turned away without another word, striding purposefully through the banquet hall. His assistant, Jordan Lane, approached, holding out a tablet. "Sir, I've gathered some information on the woman from the lounge. Her name is Melissa Walker, twenty-six years old, recently joined BuzzFeed. Damien took the tablet, scanning the details briefly. Melissa's face stared back at him, igniting a spark of curiosity within him. He could sense there was more to her than met the eye. Leaning against the glass wall of the banquet hall, Damien glazed out into the night, lost in thought.

“So, your first day at work, how was it?” “Normal, is what I’d like to say, seeing as I have a hectic project to work on, I can’t bring myself to say so.” “What project?” As Amara took a sip from her wine, she realized that something she had overlooked was Melanie’s presence in the cosmetic world. Melanie was a well known person when it came to the cosmetic industry and being well know meant that you met influential figures and heard gossip that normal people couldn’t. And if Amara’s prediction was correct, Melanie would know something about Bethany.

Gradually, I started to see abs forming, and I became noticeably more confident. As for Melanie, she became increasingly absent from my life. One day, when I needed to fill out a form on a computer, I went to an internet cafe. The place was thick with cigarette smoke. When I finally found a computer, I froze. Melanie was there. She was wearing a thin tank top, looking much thinner than before. A butterfly tattoo marked her arm, and she held a cigarette between her long fingers. She turned and met my gaze. I murmured in disbelief, "Melanie…"

Questions flew at her from all sides. She gaped, shielding the confused twins from view. How on earth had the press gotten wind of her return? After holding up a hand for quiet, she guided Sophie and Matt away through the throng with a polite “No comment for now.” Thank goodness her children’s faces weren’t caught on camera. She had managed to keep them away from her work life all these years. In the airport, Melanie overheard travelers whispering excitedly about her return. "That's Melanie Marshall, she owns that high-end design company in Dublin. Wonder what she's up to now..."

The hall was emptying as everyone returned to work or to their homes, even the reporters were stepping outside, that meant I could cuss her out as much as I wanted. I leaned in, “Hey, how does it feel to be completely irrelevant?” She narrowed her eyes, “Should I not be asking you that?” I point at myself, “Me? Why? I just gave a speech that would be on blogs and newspapers, I will go down in history Martha, you on the other hand, you were only a person when Stephanie was alive to make you a somebody, without her, you are neither Martha or Jazz. You do not exist.” “Melanie! You despicable bitch!” she shrieked, her entire body shaking with anger, but she could do nothing, not while I was the

I questioned him, seeing those bean’s Humbart turned pale and nodded. “That day when I was closing my store, a lady wearing green cape visited me, she asked me for some grains in return for those bean’s, her clothes were torn and dirty, I thought she was poor and needy, so I handed her one bag of rice and another of mixed pulses, she thanked me for my kindness but forced me to take those bean’s, I declined but she shove them in my hand, her action confused me but the instant those beans touched my fingers I felt burning sensation in my entire body, I got scared and with horrified face I turned my head up to look at lady, she took off her cape and I was stunned to see because she was none ot

when Treasure was around. I gave a loud breath.. "Talk to you later" I heard a knock on the door."I will expect you.. Fabian, with the Evidence." "Come in" I said roughly checking the news headlines on my PC. The nervous footsteps already told me that it was Melanie. "What do you want Miss Walters?" I heard her say immediately" Sir, I would like to know Miss Mira's likes and dislikes, like her favourite musician, and colours in other to design her room better."

Melany, who is an up and coming gaming twitch streamer. "New York looks good on you." Melany compliments. "Your hair is so cute, plus I saw the pictures you posted on I*******m, I'm jealous of you. I would give anything to get an invite to the asement." In typical over dramatic Melany fashion, she fans a hand around her face and pretends to faint. We all laugh at her antics. "But seriously, what was it like?" Dalton asks Everyone within earshot peers at me inquisitively. Even Libby and Hannah, all I have told them so far has just been bits and pieces. For some reason I don't really want them to know the entire scoop.

She wanted to ask for autographs but was worried about embarrassing Jamie, so she stayed silent. But Jamie, as usual, took the lead. "Melanie here is a huge fan. Let's take a picture together and get an autograph—make sure it's signed for her!" Melanie could hardly contain her excitement. After spending most of the afternoon mingling and having fun, she felt a bit tipsy and decided to use the restroom. When she came out, having just washed her hands, someone grabbed her. Before she could react, she was pulled into an unfamiliar, yet strangely familiar, embrace.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.