**Third person**Valerie's feet trembled as she made her way back to her chair.Amelia eyed her suspiciously and then scoffed in disbelief. “Don't you think you're being too dramatic for just a slap?” But Val remained silent, the content of the text message still echoing in her head. *You don't get to have a second chance with a new face and identity and then act this impulsively. Next time, think through your actions before you execute.*Her eyes darted around the office, searching for anyone watching her.Someone in the office right now knows who she is. The person had been observing everything. They'd seen her stand up and head toward Adam's office. But how could they have known her intentions? Maybe they'd guessed, pondering why she'd wanted to interrupt Adam's conversation with his wife just after the slap.The thoughts of this mystery person sent shivers down her spine.Whoever it was must have watched her so closely to be able to predict her actions.Valerie's anxious gaze
**Third person**Matt traced her line of sight and saw the man walking to their table. Then his eyes flickered back to Val. “Do you know him?” She opened her mouth to say something, but the words refused to come out. Lucas kept advancing towards them.And just when she thought he was going to stop at their table, he passed by and headed to the table behind Matt. Valerie let out a small, amused snort. "I guess not," she replied.“Oh,” he murmured, his eyes darting between Lucas, who had just settled on a chair, and Valerie, who was sitting opposite him. He'd clearly noticed something was amiss, but he decided not to push it. "So, about this new friend of yours..." he began, attempting to ease the awkward atmosphere. "Friend is a strong word," she corrected. “I barely know her.”And after the painful betrayal of those she loved the most, she wasn't in a hurry to make new friends."So, what's she like?” Matt asked curiously.“She's bubbly… Talks a lot.”Valerie could feel Lucas's
**Third person**“She sometimes leaves work very late,” Amelia continued. “We could ask them to wait for her just outside the premises. Then we could kidnap her and ask her questions.”Karen let out a wry chuckle. “Let her be for now. Doing all that right now won't solve anything.”“Or we could call the delivery company and make sure they tell us who sent the package,” Amelia insisted curtly.Then she shrugged and added, “And she's been disrespectful to me lately."Karen’s brow raised in amusement. “Really? What did she do?”“Uh…she,” Amelia stuttered; she wasn't expecting Karen to ask for the details. “She's been making eyes and glaring at me,” Amelia managed.“Well, glare at her back,” Karen shot.Amelia blinked in disbelief. “Ma'am?”“Stop the car,” Karen ordered the driver, and the car immediately screeched to a halt.Then she turned to Amelia. “You should get off now.”"But it'll be difficult for me to get a cab from h-" Amelia's words trailed off as she met Karen's icy gaze."O
**Third person**Karen's mind drifted off to her relationship with her sister, Ashley, and how similar this Valerie girl was to her.They always wanted to help, were always convinced they could fix everything, and believed themselves to be incredibly intelligent.Back then, Ashley always pretended to be a saint; she'd acted so innocently... And she even fooled James into liking her.Karen rolled her eyes.And that must be why Val thinks she could handle a project like this in one week.Then Karen turned to look at Amelia, who had been staring at her the entire time, waiting for an answer.”There's no plan. I simply wait for her to fail and then fire her for being incompetent."Valerie was certainly not worth making plans for; Karen could easily make her disappear forever if she wanted to.“Wow, that's brilliant, ma'am,” Amelia chirped, a satisfied grin plastering on her face as she spoke.Val spent the rest of the day working on the project, her mind occasionally filled with thoughts
**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,