**Valerie**I cleared my throat, trying to hide my surprise. “Uh, yeah.”My heart raced. Lucas was the investor?“Well, I've been working. I just decided to cool off a bit by coming here,” I quickly added. "Oh, okay, then, I could help if you need anything,” she offered.“Sure, thank you.”With that, I hung up, and then I saw Matt walking towards me. “Any problem?” He asked, taking the seat beside me.I sighed. “Well, the presentation I told you about... I just realized that the investor I'll be pitching to is someone I don't like.”“Someone you don't like?” Matthew cocked a questioning eyebrow at me but didn't say anything more.“Well, I kind of encountered him before, and we started on the wrong foot,” I explained, my fingers playing with my brush.His jaw clenched visibly, and his brows furrowed.“Val? Did he do something bad to you?”“No, no. I was the one who answered his call,” I blurted out without thinking. Shit… How could I have said that?Even though I don't owe Matt any
**Third person** Valerie smiled, pretending to be unfazed. "I've done extensive research on the target demographic, and I believe that our product will resonate with them on a deep level,” she replied confidently. “Plus, I've analyzed the numbers, and I'm certain that we can increase sales by at least 20% within the first quarter." Lucas snorted. "That sounds like a lot of buzzwords. Can you give me some actual numbers?" "Of course, Mr. Stone.” Val shifted her focus back to the slides before she continued. “According to my research, our target demographic is most active on social media between the hours of 7pm and 10pm. By targeting our ads during this time period, I believe we can increase our reach by at least 30%." Then her eyes returned to Lucas, who seemed to have an impressed look on his face, and she felt her stomach swell with satisfaction. Lucas raised an eyebrow. "I'll give you credit, Miss Thorne. You've done your homework. But what’s the biggest potential setback
**Third person**"Good day, ma'am," Val greeted, her eyes quickly scanning the office while Karen stood by the window, backing Valerie.The office was dramatically different from what she remembered; everything, from the paintings to the furniture, was white. It was Karen's signature color, and she had an eye for detail.This office had once belonged to one of Adam's friends, and for a fleeting moment, Val wondered why she hadn't seen him around. “I heard you did well with the project?” Karen asked, then glanced at Valerie briefly before returning her eyes to the window.“Yes, ma'am,” Valerie replied, unsure of where the conversation was leading. “That's great, then." Karen nodded, then spun around to face Val. "I'd like you to work on something for me too.”Val looked up at Karen, stunned.“Why?” Karen raised a brow at Valerie's facial expression. “You don't want to?”“N-no, ma'am,” Val stuttered. Then Karen's lips curled into a sly smile. “Okay good. You can go for now; I'll let
**Third person**“I want you to teach someone a lesson,” Amelia spoke into the receiver.The man let out a shrill laugh. “You already know how it works.” “Send a picture and where I can find this person,” he instructed.“Sure, I'm sending it now.”Amelia hung up, and she immediately sent a picture of Val to the man, along with the address of the rooftop bar.A sinister grin spread across the man's face as he examined the picture. "Come, boys, look at this," he called out.Three burly men, bare-chested and reeking of cigarettes, who were lounged on a worn-out sofa, hurried over. Their eyes lit up with desire as they ogled the photo.“Ahh, exactly what I need for a good rest tonight. My balls are blue as fuck!” One of them announced, and the rest let out wild laughs that echoed through the room."Let's go, then," the leader declared, his voice thick with anticipation.The men quickly pulled on their cigarette-stained shirts and exited the grimy apartment.Meanwhile, at the rooftop bar,
**Valerie**As we headed out, two of my colleagues followed Mr. Denver's car.Soon enough, Tessa flagged down a cab, and she and David got in. They were going in the opposite direction from me.“Byeee, I'll see you on Monday,” Tessa exclaimed. “And get a cab; it's already late.” “Yeah, bye.” I waved my hand too.After Tess left, that's when I realized how dark and lonely the street looked. *But I heard that she was a total firecracker. I heard she once threw a stapler at Adam during a meeting*Adam is really an asshole for spreading rumors like this.I pulled out my phone to let Matthew know that I was already on my way home.As I brought the phone to my ear, someone bumped into me from behind, causing it to slip from my fingers and shatter on the ground.Facepalming in frustration, I turned to my back.There was a shabby-looking man standing behind me, and he didn't even make any attempt to apologize for hitting me.I parted my lips to say something to him, but the words died in my
**Third person**“Get your filthy hands off her now!” A deep voice roared.Valerie’s eyes flew open. The voice sounded very familiar.The scar-faced thug sucked on his teeth and then turned in the direction of the man. “This is none of your business, get out of here while we're being nice,” he shouted.Lucas clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. “I won't repeat myself.” His eyes blazed with fury. “Let. the. lady. go,” he pronounced each word slowly through gritted teeth.The thugs laughed. Everything seemed funny to them tonight.“Take care of that cunt,” the leader commanded the three men.The men stepped forward, fists clenched in fighting stances.Lucas scoffed, ran a hand through his hair, and rolled up the sleeves.The first man threw a punch at him, but Lucas dodged it and grabbed his wrists. He screamed as Lucas twisted it, then followed with a precise kick to the gut and a punch to the jaw.At that moment, the second thug tried to get him off guard from behind.
**Third person**She felt the urge to wrap her hands around her chest and cover her pointy nipples from his eyes. But that would only make things even more awkward.So instead, she asked, “Midnight snack?” trying to sound as casual as possible. “Where do you keep your glasses?”But Lucas inhaled loudly and didn't say a word, his eyes glued to her body.Then he walked over to her and stopped just behind her.Valerie's breath hitched, and her heart raced. He was so close to her that if she did as much as sneeze, her ass would be touching his thighs.He closed the gap between them, and her ass was finally pressing against him. Electricity jolted through her body, and she swallowed hard.What was he doing? Yet she didn't make any attempt to move away from him. Just then, his hands reached for the cupboard above her and opened it.He pulled out a glass and kept it on the counter.Val released a breath she didn't know she was holding once he shifted away from her. “What was that?” she mur
**Third person**Amelia trudged up the creaky stairs of her townhouse, her eyes fixed on the worn carpet. She hated this place, hated the noise, and hated the neighbors. Especially the ones blasting music at 10 p.m. and even early this morning. She reached the top floor and slammed the door to her apartment, trying to drown out the thumping bass. But it only seemed to get louder."Ugh, why can't they just keep it down?" Amelia muttered to herself and flopped onto her black couch.Just as she was about to call the landlord again, her phone rang. She hesitated, wondering who was calling this early on a Saturday morning.But then she picked up when she saw the caller ID."Why the fuck didn't you tell me that bitch was affiliated with Mr. Stone?" The gruff voice on the other end yelled.His yelling startled Amelia, and she immediately sat up on her couch, her forehead wrinkling."What is going on?" She snapped. "And were you able to take care of her?" He scoffed. "Are you kidding me?”