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CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT
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JEMIMA’S POV There stood I, flooded with memories of Kalmia’s manipulation, filled with a sense of shame and regret. I remembered how she had used me, had played me like some pawn in her game of deceit-waves of anger swelled in me. My fists clenched; muscled in a tight jaw; narrowed-slit eyes as I relived the scenes of betrayal. But when I saw her, her name was Visha, all came back to me, and I knew that I would be safe with her. Her soft touch on my breast was like an ointment of healing to my very soul. It made my entire jangled being feel languid and soothed the jerking of my heart. I took the breath deep to uncoil the tension that had settled in, looking into her wide eyes for assurance. "I'm back, my love," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, as also at that moment I had Visha's hands on my breast, which reminded my mind of her presence. Her eyes locked onto mine: not with surprise, nor shock, nor with even resentment, but with an understanding that was so much deeper tha
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JEMIMA’S POV As I opened the door, the first vision that greeted me was loveliness itself — and my heart did a flip. Kalmia stood before me, clothed in a ravishing red gown that perfectly struck all the right curves. The light played off her white shoes, while her hair fell in a beautiful vibe down to her face. I was itching to cross over then and talk with her, but my head was filled with the words of Visha, chanting for me like a mantra. At once, those venomous, malicious words turned my mood sour and filled me with a nasty, festering hatred for the very woman standing in front of me. I could feel my expression twist into a grimace as I narrowed my glare upon Kalmia in contempt. Well, Mrs. Shawty, who seemingly was oblivious to the unsteadiness now hanging in the air, motioned to the chair beside her that was facing away from me, pausing to say, "Have a seat, please," her voice taking on an almost syrupy warmth and charm. The mixture of surprise and recognition returned to
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KALMIA’S POV The shine in her eyes was something that I had never in all these days observed; it was a chilly impersonation of nobility, razor-tipped in its subtlety, just like the voice that turned on me. It was almost like she materialized from under some boundaries around fair; Jemima possessed a brusque and undeniable self that she wore only but occasionally. Stepping in closer, I reached out in concern, asking in a gentle, soft tone, "What did get changed?" I had been somewhat genuinely confused, considering so many reasons why something so terrible could have brought in so much change. Jemima had been my friend, my confidante, the one who selflessly took care of Dawn, my darling daughter, for months. But now, I looked into her eyes, and I was staring at that stranger raging and fuming in great resent. The hurtful bites of her words struck like a vicious rebuke cutting through me, "Please spare me your care." I felt the cutting of hurt and betrayal in my heart as I asked, "I
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KALMIA’S POV "She's so rude, my love," I said to him, still trying to comprehend the encounter with Jemima. "I am still shocked by her behavior." I couldn't put it behind me: the way she had spoken to me was as if the words were still clinging to my consciousness like aftertaste. Arrow had a suggestion.He searched my face for signs of distress, eyes colored with undercurrents of sympathy. Gentle and soft-spoken, he said: "I think we should please call her." "I am so sorry, my love," I said, shaking my head. "I cannot talk to her. I am just too hurt by the way she spoke." The memory of her words, stupidly put, stung like a thousand angry bees. I couldn't bear to clench my teeth at her." "My love, perhaps she was out of her mind," said Arrow, trying to calm me. His voice, healer-like in its sweetness, only enhanced my anger and hurt. "No, no, my love," I replied. "I cannot." I did not want to say more; I wanted to dismiss the whole incident from my thoughts. The image of how Jemita
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JEMIMA’S POV "Nincompoops," I hung the call saying, just above a simmering degree, my anger and frustration below the surface. "I'll be your frustrating Kalmia," I mumbled, low and ominous, "I can make your life a living hell." The venom flowed from my agitated heart, akin to the poisonous emotions simmering deep inside me. The voices became louder, swelling my heart with rage, thumping against my temples, and rising to the surface in anger. With phone in hand, I designed to scroll through the contacts to find someone to confide in regarding this matter. I needed a shoulder to lean on. I scrolled down the names until it lit on one- Visha- and dialed her number. The ringing did not last long, however, because there was no pickup, so I felt disappointed and worried. What if she was busy? What if she did not want to talk to me? My room looked normal but strange. Everything was serious, but the sound of my breaths was heard clearly. Then I called again and kept drumming my fingers on t
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JEMIMA’S POV I was gradually coming back from slumber, blinking open my eyes with a cursory glance next to me for a familiar visage. To my dismay, however, Visha was untraceable. The expanse of the bed seemed louder in her absence, unnerving me. With fingers automatically clutching my phone, I just swiped to the notifications tab. There it was: the message that eclipsed everything. The message on the screen seemed to shout at me: "Do whatever it takes to bring Kalmia down."I remained transfixed by the message, grasping its import, and a slow smile crept onto my lips. Waves of ecstasy washed over me—my whole being swelled with purpose, and I let out a primal scream akin to that of a lottery winner. I was announcing to the entire world about my newfound resolution. Now, in my mind's eye, lay the plot-a plan to destroy the Kalmia family, to see them humbled from the altars of power. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but for me, it was justified; they were finally to be made to pay. "When
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JEMIMA’S POV Arrow's voice spoke with a layer of worry, turning into me to overview the surface of my face for any signs of distress. His searching view traveled over my lips, my cheeks, my eyes, inquiring about what might be upsetting me. "What is it, Jemima? What's the problem?" he asked, brow furrowed in concern, words nearly a whisper. I chuckled and with a sly playful smile on my lips, shook my head. "Nothing, Arrow," I said, speaking almost inaudibly, a slight teasing intonation underlying every word. Arrow's narrowed eyes bore down into me as though seeking the whole truth, racing with possibilities in his head. He turned his face towards the wall, all muscles inside rigid with expectancy, body language practically jumping to compete in a tension created by a fight against my charms. "Yes, I am, my love," my voice had a low seductive growl holding words like heavy gumdrops of longing, "I'm sick, and then the doctor said I need you as my medication." Arrow drew a little
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JEMIMA’S POV "Can you just quit it, Arrow." I shouted at him, my voice desperate, and the sound waves carrying some of my vexation back to me through the walls. Desire consumed me, a fiery inferno of hunger raging through my being, arousal tingling all over my skin. "I was building my case," I admitted, my words spilling out in a rush as I put my hands down on my wet thighs. Juice was trickling down from there, sweet and sticky evidence for my reasoning. I licked my finger, letting my tongue graze the wetness of my arousal as the salty sweetness burst on my tongue. "Can we just have sex, please?" I begged, my voice thick with need. "No one is watching," I added, looking deep into his eyes, feeling the heat of my stare and the dilation of my pupils with desire. I squatted slowly down on the floor, deliberately bringing my hands to pull down his pants. My fingers brushed lightly over his skin, sending shivers running down my spine. Arrow, however, would have none of this. Imme
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ARROW’S POV My anger toppled over, and I took a step closer to him. "You did not think you had any other option, did you? You are working for me, and you're getting paid well. You have a roof over your head, food on the table. And this is how you pay me back? By putting one of your colleagues in harm's way?" The head of a man hung really low, and he nodded slowly. "I know, sir. I'm sorry. It won't happen again." I scoffed. "It won't happen again? You're going to make sure of that. “Guards!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the restroom. "Take him away! He's fired, effective immediately. Get him out of here and make sure he's never allowed back on company premises again." The guards rushed into the room, grabbed hold of the man, and started dragging him away all the while he struggled and protested. I was looking at them from the restroom door, totally unsatisfied with the whole affair. When they had left, I turned to the one who had been kidnapped and demanded, "Now, tell me
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ARROW’S POV After a moment, he spoke again in his low gravelly voice: "You're playing a game you don't understand, Mr. CEO," he said. "And you're going to lose." My heart started pounding as I tried to stay composed. "Who are you?" I demanded. The voice laughed. "You know exactly who this is," it said. "And soon enough, you'll know what I'm really after." The line terminated, leaving me with my phone in hand, pondering what's next from this mysterious man. For a minute, I sat there going through all the possibilities in my mind. Who was this strange guy? What could he possibly want from me and my company? I mentally reviewed previous encounters trying to match distant memories against anything remotely pointing toward answers. Resolute for getting to the bottom of it, I convened a meeting with my security team, to whom I delegated the assignment to trace the call. All security footage was also requested for them to find any leads about the mysterious man's identity. I had the i
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ARROW’S POV The eerie words of the man sent shivers down my spine as I considered how serious the matter was. I had to react extremely fast to protect the company and its people from this wild man, who seemed almost supernatural in his ability to get into our deepest secrets. I immediately called the top executives for an emergency meeting to discuss the problem and see what alternative I could give to the company. While we all gathered around the conference table, one could almost touch the tension. "We have to get rid of him," said one of the executive members in a straining voice tinged with desperation. "He is a liability, and we cannot have him around threatening our existence." Another executive nodded her head in agreement. "But how do we get rid of somebody that has... abilities like that?" she pondered, having already given a second thought to the very same question. We talked about everything from trying to understand this strange man's powers to calling for help from the
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ARROW’S POV I kept asking him even when the dread kept building within me. "What about your family? Are there any, by the way?" He sank back, leaning back into the chair, his eyes glittering with laughter in my presence. "My family is... complicated," he said, as though they were from a different... strand of existence. His answers began to sound like stuff out of a fantasy novel, but I was sure he kept something hidden. Or perhaps he was just messing with me. Either way, I was determined to get to the bottom of it. I leaned forward, curious. "A different strand of existence?" I echoed, trying to figure out whether he meant it the way it sounded. "You mean like, parallel universe or something?" He nodded slightly, the smile returning to his lips. "Something like that. Let's just say my family's... history is complicated and not really bound by the same rules as this reality." I rubbed my temples, feeling a slight headache coming on. This talk was getting weirder by the minute. "
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ARROW’S POV Now as I sat in this atmosphere of applause from the audience, one of the investors lifted his hand, and I nodded for him to go ahead. "I have something to say," he said to all present, his voice a steady confident exclamation with some enthusiasm. "In fact, I want to take this opportunity to say that Arrow Company is where your money can grow. Indeed, most investors should invest in this company." His words left me with some proud excitement. Here was my venture, Arrow Craft Company, getting noticed by investors, and there inevitably appeared to be something big in the offing. "Many thanks, as always," I said with a smile to the investor. "I'm quite excited to hear that you are looking at our company. My worker did a fantastic job showing off our vision and values." The applause had died down, and I inhaled deeply to carry on with the prepared proceedings. "Now is the time for the main event," I announced with a smile to the audience. "It is time to call the chall
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ARROW’S POV But that was much later, after the crash echoed through the studio only to be followed by a shattering sound. The man's eyes opened wide at the noise and before he realized what was happening, he raced towards the sound. I fastened my pace and hurried behind him, my heart thundering in expectation. We both reached what would be the source of the noise: one of the challengers' canvases had fallen off its perch, and the artwork lay shattered on the floor. But there was even more. Beyond the ravaged canvas, at the other side of the wall, there was another, it looked like, conjured out of thin air. It was a magnificent mural, bright with color, and it had an intricate pattern. His eyes would fly open with wonder and turn into my face with a quizzical look. "What has gone on just like this?" he asked, wonder mixed in his voice. I shook my head in similar confusion. "I do not know," I said. "But this competition got a whole lot more interesting." While we pondered th
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ARROW’S POV It was an electric moment, with all six contestants going their separate ways, caught in their own thoughts. The challenge loomed over them like the sword of Damocles, its edge positively glowing. They knew they were going to enter a crucible in the next seven days, a test of their creativity, skill, and resolve. The odd one joined the tease of questioning. "I'll be watching your progress," came the low voice of the man whose words dripped with enigma. He held their eyes with an intensity that gave the rest a shiver. "I'll be waiting for you to reveal your masterpieces." Then he blended in with the crowd, leaving the others to ponder the stranger's identity and his true intent. A benefactor? A critic? Something altogether more sinister? The other five challengers exchanged apprehensive glances as torturous questions raced through their minds. What was he after? What did he want from them? What kind of masterpiece was he expecting? Parting ways, the six went back to the
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ARROW’S POV "This is interesting," the strange man nods with a hint of a smile, like the first brush of dawn. "I'm not afraid of challenges," he says strongly, like a boulder anchored firmly in the wind. The crowd erupts in excitement, with several cheering aloud, while some stood in quiet awe, like excitement flooding the room. I am studying the strange kind of person, trying to see through him-like detectives on a manhunt. Narrowing my eyes, I try to read him, like he is a challenge waiting to be solved. What drives him? What motivates him to take on this kind of challenge? "Fine, then," I said, still smiling-most apparently like a flower blossoming in full sunlight. "Let us proceed. You have one week, and no more than that, to carry out the experiment 'Echoes in the Night,' " I exclaim, barely able to stay calm, like a host who had just announced the winning contestant on a quiz show. "If you succeed, you will obtain both the reward and the job offered at our company," I challen
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ARROW’S POV "Okay, thank you very much," said the man whose voice was like a dingy summer breeze, and then he nodded to the crowd. But with the sudden laughter and chatter resuming in the room, the pair of strange-man-like eyes remained gazed on my face. It seemed as if he was studying me, and his expression was unreadable like a mask hiding true feelings. The very anticipation electrified the air, the crowd was like one huge buzzing hive of bees hovering around a sweet flower. The ambience I could sense-bright smiles and exaggerated nods were everywhere as I scanned the room, like a sailor negotiating turbulent waters-even an iota of doubt was significantly possible, and I felt the heavy mantle of responsibility settle on my shoulders. "I realize that this is no small task; yet one also knows there is someone, with the talent and creativity, who could certainly breathe life into 'Echoes in the Night,'" the voice had a clarity and confidence, almost bright, like the peal of a bell
