Her thoughts.
Two weeks later.
The results are in.
My palms were sweating. My heart was pounding so hard. I tried to calm myself down.
“Breathe, Heather. Breathe.” I told myself.
Today is the result if I got in to the next round of the Writer’s Luck competition.
I opened my repaired laptop and went to my mail inbox.
Five unread emails.
Whew. I have to read the mail. No matter what.
Then, I saw “The Writer’s Luck” email and opened it.
It says,
Hi Ms. Russell,
Congratulations! You passed the next round of competition.
For the next round of event, please click the link below for instructions.
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I was looking intently outside as if I could see the hooded man. I cannot comprehend if I am just imagining things back in that alleyway or not. One thing is for sure, I will never try wandering in the alleyway next time.My entire body is in shock. You know the feeling when you wanted to cry, but you are too numbed to weep? That feeling.I am not certain if I should trust Alexander. The dude who almost killed me and also the gentleman who helped me. I cannot read this dude. Should I leave? But what if the hooded man was there lurking in the dark waiting for me to go outside? I wished to call Sophia, but I cannot. My battery’s already 35 percent. I cannot wait here any longer. But I am too petrified to go outside. I scanned my contact list. Sadly, there is no one to call for help.“Heather.” I looked up and saw Alexander. I felt relieved to see him and to hear his voice. Likewise, I know
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Brisk walking in heels is indeed a challenge. I have reached my destination, and I was gasping for air. I stopped for a moment to catch some air and the guards of the hotel were looking at me. One guard asked me if I need assistance. I told him I am all right. I entered the hotel and went straight to the front desk to ask where the nearest washroom. Then, I followed the staff’s instruction and found the comfort room. As I looked in the mirror, I said, “you look awful, Heather!” My face all oily and sweaty. The makeup is gone. I think I did my best to freshen up a little. I still have five minutes before the party starts.I am now at the elevator going up to the 20th floor of the hotel. When I got off the lift, the hallway was quiet. There was a sign that lead to the banquet hall. There was a queue before entering the hall. And for added security measure,
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Fuming inside. That's how I describe my emotions now towards this egotistical man and myself. Yes, me. I hate the fact that he was overbearing just because he has a lot of money and POWER. And I resent myself for agreeing to this contract. But the sad and bitter truth is that I really needed this opportunity to gain my goal faster than doing several part-time jobs. Similarly to how the saying goes, “Games are all about taking risks.” The moment I agreed on with the contract was already a risk. All I have to do is play along until the end to win. To be free. I thought. So, I composed myself and my thoughts and words. And replied, “All right.” Alexander smirked and we were silent again.A knock on the door interrupted the silence between us. “Come in”. Alexander with his usual cold tone. “Sir, we have to get out of the hospital, reporters were already at the entrance.” A broad shouldered man in a
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The afternoon light was warm, but Alexander's aura was chilly. We were at the back seat of his car while Grayman drove our way back home. The mood was quiet and unbearable. I glanced to see his face. It appeared that Alexander was not in the mood to talk what happened back in the café.Then he broke our silence without looking at me, “what are you looking at?” he sounded more harsh than usual.“I wasn't.” I lied. I wonder how did he know that I am at the café. Or It was just a coincidence?“I'll talk to you once we get to my house,” the hostility in his voice was too obvious.We get into his house, he told me to wait in the living area. I sat on his couch and waited for him. He came out of his room and was already holding an envelope. When he was close, he threw the envelope on the table and said, “sign it.” Then, he sat in the oppo