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he said. The words hit me like a slap. I felt my face flush, my hands clench in my lap. Was he talking about the campaign? Or about something else? "You can have the best plan in the world," Zane continued, his eyes still on me. "The most thorough data. The most calculated approach. The most perfect save me theory. But if you can't pivot when circumstances change—when people don't react the way you expected—then your strategy is worthless." Silence.

Once she brought back the supplies, it was time for all business and forget about everything else from earlier. “Alright guys, let’s get started. Just open up you presentation deck to the first slide. Project Second Chance is ready to start.”

I pointed eagerly, "Another engraving on the box, almost invisible." It said; "UP BECOMES DOWN.” Up becomes down? What does that even mean? Eliot took the box, staring at it. His eyebrows drawing together as he flipped the box over again. To the clusters, the lock and back under the box. The other teams buzzing around us, panic setting in the air. "We have to swap their positions." He declared, "But we have right, left, down, up." I pointed out, "Let's leave up and down, how do we flip right and left? It says UP Becomes DOWN."

The face-swapping spell was broken by the beggar. Once a spell failed, both the caster and the beneficiary would suffer backlash. Camilla's plan was simple. She wanted to swap faces with me and take my place at BSAU. She would take over my bright future. Meanwhile, I would become her, stuck with zero points in the college entrance exam. However, when the spell failed, her fair face suddenly rotted and bled, causing excruciating pain. Zonday immediately rushed over to take care of her. Meanwhile, my facial wounds were visibly healing with each passing moment, the scars fading until they vanished completely.

Sometimes the algorithm hit its mark; other times, it felt downright cruel. It pushed me to a local post. It showed me a cover picture, specifically a glossy nine-photo carousel from the holiday gala. The account belonged to Vivienne. There she was, standing on the stage with a champagne in hand, beaming as she had just been crowned queen. The caption stated, 'Out with the old, in with the new. Clearing negative energy from the team and guiding the new admin team toward a more global and elevated future next year.' I opened the comments.

Beta Maximus clearly hated hearing that, but what I didn’t knew was what nobody has explained to him, and that was the power of the switched wolves, the gold and silver wolves of the strongest packs of the USA, had the biggest secret along side my pack, and Beta Maximus had zero idea over what was really going on. Knowing this shit was about to hit the fan I looked at my body to then whistle at him, getting his attention I link Calvin. ‘Let’s shoe and tell the powers of our mates.’ I tell him to which he walked closer to me. I have no idea how we were going to exchange our bodies but as he walked to me, Alpha Milo took something in his hand from the blue roses in the center of the coffee tab

I thought maybe I'd imagined it. It wasn't until the baby shower that the truth hit me. Damian, trying to make it a big deal, threw a joint party with Caleb and Betty. That's when I saw their son—and he had the same birthmark on his arm. I knew right then. They'd swapped my baby for theirs, wanting their kid to have the life mine was supposed to. I wanted to scream, call them out right there. But Rick, my real son, looked so tiny and fragile next to Hugo. It crushed me. Then I noticed how Betty was looking at Damian, and I swallowed the anger.

"Shut up, Rookie. I have to hit that aisle once a month, remember? Look just to the right of those items, and you'll see the tampons." My eyes widen. "There are a lot of boxes." "I know. You're looking for a pink box. It has a giant P on it…" "Got it!" I grab the box feeling victorious and read it off to her. "Playtex Sport, Regular size, plastic applicator… Babe… are you sure this is what you want?" "Nicely done," she praises. "That's exactly it. Toss that puppy in the cart." "Tiff, are these the inside ones or outside ones?"

You could say the world runs differently when it involves the rich and the poor. If there is something Alice would love to change about the system then it will be this. She doesn’t understand why the members of the royal society will be offered a private tuition for their children. As she would read through a book written by an American hidden author who said ‘We are in the twenty first century, hence every child deserves to be treated equally.’