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I shrugged. Knox pulled into the grocery store parking lot, halting our conversation for a moment. "What kind of stuff do you do?" The two of us made our way towards the store. I kept my hands huddled in my coat and picked up my pace a little. "Well a business will contact the company I work for and pay us to make them a website for their business. Anything from ads, to full out websites. Then we keep up to date on them and change what is necessary every couple of months. Things like that." I explained.

She felt a pang of worry in heart, married for two years without a child has been her problem, She loves babies but they couldn't make them, she only thought the problem was from her. And because of that, they visited many hospital in state but they kept hearing the same result and story. The problem is not from any of them, they just need to wait for the time. The right time is what they are waiting for. She pulled fawaz into a hug forgetting about his mother standing behind them . "Erm. I am standing here"Khadija reminded . "Sorry, come in". They went straight to the kitchen where she placed fawaz on top and passed him a plate of cake. "You are actually spoiling this boy "Khadija accused.

Perhaps he had returned his attention to Bianca and the empire he had chosen over me. Some nights, that thought brought relief. On others, it left an ache inside my chest that I was ashamed to feel. Two months after joining the Hale account, the campaign launched. The entire office gathered around the large screen in the conference room while the new website went live. Our first video told the story of the woman who had returned to the Hale Seattle every year after spending her honeymoon there. By the end of it, Shelly was crying openly beside me. “I’m not emotional,” she insisted, wiping beneath her eyes. “The air-conditioning is attacking me.”

“I have been raking my brain trying to make sense of everything but I haven’t found anything that makes sense. The math doesn’t add up.” Natasha laughed. “Maybe it doesn’t add up with you but it does with me.” “Then help me understand.” He threw his arms in the air. “You remember when you first came to my company in San Francisco four years ago?” She started to explain. “At your welcome party, you remember you tried to chat me up and I kicked you in your nuts.” “How can I ever forget that day? You still haven’t told me why you did that when I was just asking for your number.”

At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays kindness. How can someone who's not a gentleman lead a family?" The plot was so close to reality that as the drama became a hit, the online discussions exploded. [Why can't a commoner be with a wealthy person?] [If a person doesn't repay kindness, how can they manage a company?] Conrad wanting to marry his secretary was nothing short of a beautiful love story. Overnight, Conrad and Kelly became internet sensations. Netizens were begging city hall to let them get married already. So when Conrad returned to Antrifor

he bragged. I chuckled and straightened up in my seat. "Is that all?" He shook his head. "They posted three chapters of your story on their website," he said. I looked at him, surprised. He glanced back at me and chuckled. "I’ll tell you the details later. Just let me drive in peace," he joked. I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. Still, a knot formed in my stomach. What if it’s not doing well? Then again, nobody starts at the top—you always begin at the bottom.

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.