Third Person's povFred and Xander sat in opposite corners of the room, their eyes locked in a fierce glare. Neither one was willing to look away, to break the stalemate. They were both simmering with anger, but neither one wanted to give in. The tension in the room was palpable, thick and heavy. Their mother stood in the middle of the room, her eyes darting between her two sons. She was caught in the middle of this battle, and she didn't know what to do.Xander broke the standoff, turning away from Fred and marching up the stairs. His mother watched him go, her brow furrowed with worry. She turned back to Fred, her eyes blazing. "What you've done is inexcusable," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "You can't treat people this way, no matter what they've done. I know you're hurting, but this is not the way to deal with it." Fred looked away, his jaw clenched. He knew she was right, but he couldn't bring himself to admit it."You always take his side!" Fred yelled, his voice r
Third Person's povThe next day, Fred strode confidently into the company, his eyes scanning the room. He spotted Xander's office, and made a beeline for it. He opened the door and found Xander's chair empty, waiting for him. Without hesitation, he sat down and put his feet up on the desk. The workers around him gasped, but he ignored them. "I'm the boss now," he declared, his voice booming. "And you're going to do what I say."As Fred's words echoed through the room, one of the workers bolted from their desk and rushed to the phone. They picked it up, trembling with fear, and dialed Xander's number. The line rang a few times, and then Xander's sleepy voice came on the other end. "What is it?" he asked, sounding confused. The worker stuttered, trying to find the words to explain the situation. "It's Fred... he's... he's in your office!" they managed to get out.Xander's eyes widened, and he sat bolt upright in bed. "What?" he asked, his voice rising with alarm. "How did he get in
Third Person's povThe following week, Jessie waited anxiously for Xander to come home from work. But as the hours passed and he still hadn't arrived, her worry turned to anger. "What's taking him so long?" she grumbled, pacing around the house. Finally, unable to stand it any longer, she grabbed her coat and keys and headed out the door. She drove straight to Xander's company, her heart pounding in her chest. But when she arrived, she saw something that made her blood run cold.As Jessie approached the building, she spotted Xander through the window, sitting across from a beautiful woman. They were laughing and chatting together, and Jessie could feel her heart sinking in her chest. "What is he doing?" she whispered, feeling a surge of jealousy and rage. She watched as the meeting continued, her mind spinning with questions. Why was Xander spending so much time with this woman? What did she have that Jessie didn't?Finally, Jessie couldn't take it anymore. She stormed into the buil
Third Person's pov Jessie slipped into the front seat, and her eyes went wide as she looked around the interior of the car. The leather seats were soft and luxurious, and the dashboard was filled with gleaming chrome accents. Even the steering wheel was covered in buttery leather, and the gear shift was crafted from shining metal. The kids piled into the back seat, and their faces lit up as they explored the new car. "This is so cool!" they exclaimed, laughing and shouting. Jessie couldn't help but smile as she looked at their happy faces.At dinner, everyone gathered around the table and began eating. But Xander didn't touch his food, and Jessie noticed his absence of appetite right away. "Are you feeling okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face. "You're not eating anything." Xander hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "There's something I need to tell you," he said, his voice heavy. "It's about Fred." Jessie's heart dropped, and she felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her
Third person pov The next day, Jessie's phone rang, and she saw that it was Melanie calling. "What does she want?" she thought, feeling a mixture of annoyance and curiosity. She let the call go to voicemail, not wanting to talk to Melanie right away. A few minutes later, she received a text from Melanie asking to meet for coffee. Jessie hesitated, unsure of what to do. On the one hand, she didn't want to see Melanie, but on the other hand, she was curious about what she wanted to talk about.Jessie took a deep breath and answered the call. "What's up, Melanie?" she asked, trying to sound casual. "I really need to talk to you," Melanie said, her voice desperate. "It's important. Can we meet for coffee?" Jessie reluctantly agreed, and they set a time and place to meet. As she hung up the phone, she couldn't help but feel uneasy. Melanie's desperation was unsettling, and she had a bad feeling about what she might have to say.Meanwhile, Melanie met up with her friend, Sarah, who was
Third Person's pov "Jessie, we need to talk about this," Xander said, his voice calm but firm. "Your jealousy is getting out of hand. You can't keep throwing things at people just because you're feeling insecure." Jessie's eyes widened as she suddenly remembered the food she had been cooking. "Oh no!" she exclaimed, running to the kitchen. Sure enough, smoke was billowing from the stovetop, and the pot of pasta was starting to burn.The maids hurried into the kitchen, ready to put out the fire. But when they saw Jessie standing there, they froze. They had heard the yelling and seen the pillow fly across the room, and they were afraid of getting caught in the middle of whatever was going on. "Um, we can take care of this," one of the maids said, her voice trembling. "You don't need to worry about it." But Jessie simply waved them away. "It's fine," she said, her voice shaky. "I've got it under control."As Jessie reached for the pot, her fingers brushed against the hot metal and
Third person's povAs Jessie was getting ready, Xander knocked on the bedroom door. "I've got your car ready," he said, his tone upbeat. "My driver will take you to the party, since you said Melanie didn't want me there." Jessie felt grateful for Xander's understanding. "Thank you," she said, giving him a quick hug. "I know this is a little outside your comfort zone, so I appreciate you being so supportive." Xander gave her a smile. "It's no problem," he said, his voice full of reassurance. "Have fun tonight!"Jessie stepped out of the car and made her way to the front door of the mansion where the party was being held. As she rang the doorbell, she felt her heart pounding in her chest. The door opened, and there stood Melanie and Sarah, both of them smiling brightly. "Jessie!" Melanie exclaimed, her voice dripping with insincerity. "We're so glad you could make it!" Sarah gave Jessie a hug, and then they both ushered her inside. But as they did, Jessie couldn't help but feel a
Third person's povIt was a dark and stormy night when the gang met at their usual hideout. They gathered around the table, each of them eager to make their mark on the world. "We need to pull off the perfect heist," Fred said, his voice full of determination. "We need to rob someone who's rich and powerful. Someone who won't be able to fight back." The others nodded, their eyes glittering with excitement. But little did they know, their plan was about to go horribly wrong.The gang had their sights set on the fourth richest billionaire in New York, a man who had made his fortune in real estate. They studied his security, looking for any weaknesses. But as they were plotting their heist, they didn't realize that their plan was about to fall apart. Unknown to them, their scheme had been uncovered, and the FBI was on their trail. The net was closing in, and it was only a matter of time before they were caught.Fred sprinted down the street, his heart pounding in his chest. He turned d