**Third person**Karen was alone in the bedroom, and so she picked up her phone and dialed Layla’s number. Layla was going to be the new department head of project design. “Hey, girl. What's up with you calling by this time?” Layla asked.Layla was a friend to both Ashley and Karen since they were teenagers.“Oh, it's nothing serious. I want you to handle something for me,” Karen stated, her voice lacking the cheerfulness that Layla's held.Layla sat up. “What's that?”“Make someone so frustrated with work that she decides to quit on her own.”Layla chuckled. “You've still not given up on this path. Why don't you deal with her directly or have her fired already?”Karen scoffed. “She's dating Lucas Stone.”“The Lucas Stone?” Layla repeated, shocked. “Well then, I hope I won't get into trouble for doing that?”“Why would you? She doesn't need to know that you're trying to make life difficult for her,” Karen clarified.“Ohhh…” Layla let out a giggle in understanding, and Karen followed
**Third person** Valerie smiled and then picked up her phone. “Good day, sir. Sorry to bother you; I wanted to ask if I could meet you later to discuss things about work.” Then she hit the send button. Matt shot Val a confused look. “That's it?” “Yeah, this is how it'll start,” she smirked. “What if he actually thinks that you want to discuss work with him?” Matt continued. “And then he gets mad when you don't bring up something about work or think that you're trying to...” Val squeezed Matt's hand, shutting him up. “Adam wouldn't think that.” At ‘The Happy Hour’, a lavish nightclub bathed in neon lights and pulsating music, Adam sat in the VIP lounge. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the buzz of excitement. Girls with bare titties and thongs paraded the place, serving drinks, dancing, and the like. Just then, his phone beeped with a text from Valerie. “Good day, sir. Sorry to bother you; I wanted to ask if I could meet you later to discuss things
**Third person**Layla immediately put away the notebook. “It doesn't mean anything,” she said to herself.Ashley was long dead.Then she placed the jotter back and then headed out. ******************************Valerie walked into the knitting room filled with the soft click-clack of needles against yarn, the gentle hum of conversation, and the faint scent of coffee. She was dressed casually in jeans and a sweater and took a seat at a small table, her eyes scanning the room.She spotted her grandmother, Martha, sitting at a table near the window, her hands moving deftly over a pair of socks. Martha's face was framed by a halo of silver hair, and her eyes sparkled with a warm, inviting light.Val approached her grandmother, a mix of excitement and dread coursing through her.After discovering her parents' betrayal, Val had been hesitant to see Martha.Maybe it was the fear of being betrayed again. She wouldn't be able to take it if Martha was involved too, and so she kept her dist
**Third person**“I understand that she drowned that night, but did they ever find her body?”Karen's eyes narrowed as she stared intently at Layla. “Why are you asking suddenly?”“Oh, it's nothing serious,” Layla dismissed nervously. “I saw something that reminded me of her today; that's why I decided to ask.”She would tell Karen more if she discovered anything fishy about Val.Karen studied Layla's face a bit more before she responded. "No, it wasn't found.”“But I think you should focus on getting rid of Valerie as soon as possible and quit wondering if Ashley's body was found or not," Karen advised.**Valerie**Valerie stared at the unfinished project she spent her entire week on, a knot of frustration tightening in her stomach. It felt like she was hitting a brick wall, no matter how hard she tried. She stood up and headed to Layla's office. When Layla responded to the knock on her door, Valerie walked in.“Uh, good morning,” Val began.An insincere smile stretched on Layla's
**Third person**Concern was written all over Matt's face. “Are you sure it'll be okay for you to be alone with Adam?” “Yeah,” she replied softly.“Maybe I should lurk around in case you need me?” Matt continued.She smiled. “It's fine, plus I have a little friend.”He raised an eyebrow. “Friend?”“Yes,” she let out a small chuckle, seeing Matt's slightly parted lips and the confused look on his face. “They help me sleep at night since the nightmares started.”“Oh…” Matt hummed, the confused look still lingering on his face.“Strong sedatives,” she clarified.“Oh, oh, yeah,” he finally nodded in understanding.“There's lots of things I'd like to do there,” she continued. “So Adam can't be walking around while I do those.”“Like taking some cash from my hidden safe,” she thought to herself.“Still, you should probably leave me a text message like every ten minutes so that I know you're fine,” he suggested.“I'll do that after every twenty,” she countered.“Okay,” he agreed. “Fine then
**Valerie**With a satisfied smile, Adam picked up his glass and gulped down half his juice at a go.Ten minutes earlier,I stood in front of the toilet mirror with clenched fists and gritted teeth as I stared at my reflection.“I hate Adam so much,” I muttered to myself. As I stepped out of the restroom, I took a deep breath. I need to act fast; he is starting to get out of hand.Just as I was about to enter the dining area, I saw Adam pouring a white powdery substance into my juice.Stepping back, I retreated into the hallway, and I watched him stir the juice. After giving him a moment to shove the paper into his pocket and pretend like nothing happened, I walked back in and took my seat.“Sorry for being so forward with you just now,” Adam apologized.“It's okay, sir,” I nodded, and then I hit my fork to the ground.Adam immediately bent down to pick it up. And at that moment, I knew it was now or never.My hands moved quickly, and my heart raced as I exchanged his glass of juice
**Third person**With Karen's fingers hooked at the back of Victor's neck and her legs securely wrapped around his waist, they headed for the dining. “Wait, wait… Why don't we do it here first?” Karen suggested with a smirk.Victor mirrored her smirk. “Where?” “The top of the stairs,” she whispered with a naughty look. “And then we can go to the dining.”Valerie slipped out from under the table, her entire body trembling. She walked over to the study door and strained her ears, trying to catch any sound before she opened it.She tiptoed out of the study, watching her back with every step she took.“Faster! Harder!!” Karen cried with every thrust that Victor gave. Valerie traced the sound from a distance and then found the lovebirds. She observed the scene from the shadows before pulling out her phone again and making a video of them.And then she continued tiptoeing to the dining room.When she got there, Adam was still unconscious, and so she immediately picked up her bag and pla
**Third person** Everything seemed to amuse him, maybe because he had somehow ended up sleeping for about eighteen hours himself. “Yes, I guess we were both tired,” Val replied, feigning innocence. Adam grinded his teeth in annoyance, and his blood boiled; he'd just missed a perfect opportunity. “Sure, I guess we were.” The next day at work went quickly for Valerie. Adam didn't come to work, and she was going to see Grandma after work. And as soon as another fruitless day of working on that project ended, she headed to the knitting club. All she needed to make her feel better after a long day at work was Grandma's soothing voice. But when Val got there, Martha's usual seat was empty. "Hello, I'm Valerie Thorne; a member of this club,” she introduced herself to a woman by the window. "Please, do you know where Martha is?" Valerie asked without even waiting for the woman to respond to her first statement. "Oh dear, you were the one sitting with her last week,” sh