"Mission Complete."
As soon as Blanche heard Misha barged in her room and blurted that out, she snapped and jump to her feet and saw the grinning face of Misha.
"Great job, Misha." Astolfo stepped out of his room and smiled at Misha. "Just like what I expected you'd do. Swift."
Misha replied with a nod and turned her head to Blanche. "How about you, seventy-two?"
Blanche raised one of her brows in return. "Did you finish doing the memo I gave you?"
Misha folded her arms across her chest, she sat on the red sofa and stretched her legs on the center table. "Why would I do that? I don't see why's that necessary."
Blanche knew that something was wrong on the day Misha showed and blurted her accomplishment. Her mouth went agape, she never saw Moss after they'd finished their mission, yet she needed his presence mor
Blanche was too late. Before she could turn around Noa threw her hands up and threw the chocolate bar in her direction. "Dada!" Blanche and Farah were horrified with what Noa blurted and before they could turn their heads to the man Noa called, he was already in the middle of entering his red range rover. Another man in a black suit assisted him and got to the other side of the door before they accelerated and two other black cars tailed them. "Cleo?" Farah called, she's helping Noa wiped her chocolate filled-mouth with a wet towel. "Are you alright? You look pale." Farah reached for her shoulder and tap it slightly. Blanche blinked and Farah pointed out at her bottom. "I'm sorry, Noa ruined your clothes." "No, it's fine. By the way, I gotta go to the apartment now!" S
"My name's Blanche." Blanche held her breath as she stood on the podium with lots of people wearing black jumpsuits. She was in the dome, specifically in front of the specials and behind the privileged. Red words flashed on the big screen in capital letters, they spelled out her name and Blanche noticed the smirked etched on the man before her. "You're the girl," he muttered, unlike any other, the man was wearing a black three-piece business suit with a cowboy hat, he looked like someone who trades in with money than special. As Blanche thought, she was proclaimed today as one with them. With the hierarchy they made, it's safe to say that Blanche moved on to the third part of the pyramid, just below the highest part. "And I'm here for the position to be one of the specials." Blanche bit the insides of her ch
It was like a child playing in the sandbox in Central Park. He was with his toy dinosaurs and lego blocks. He was contented for a while not until some other kids arrived and stole his toys. "It was nothing," he said, but Blanche can hear the crack in his voice. Blanche closed the door behind her and the bag of croquettes they bought down on his coffee table. She watched as he entered his room and the door parallel to his, it was painted with a cream color. It was done just only a few days ago, the fresh paint still lingered on her nostrils taking the sight of the smooth painted door. The contract was nowhere to be found. The door was cold, it was like no one has ever touched it from all the days she's been gone. It was like the contract never existed. The door in his room opened ,he turned around and saw Ace holding a s
Breaking News: Billionaire Businessman Xian Cheng was found dead in his father's secret den. (5-minute read) CEO of a famous textile company was found stabbed to death in The Kingdom (the name of his father's secret den) on a Saturday evening. It was said that he was already dead 3 days ago before authorities found his body through a mysterious intel they got in an online platform called Chat****. (Image of him outside his mansion in Malibu.) It was said that he was seen entering the Kingdom with his bodyguards three days ago and was startled by a sudden false alarm in the building. The bodyguards quickly cleared the area leaving the chance of Xian Cheng being killed. The Kingdom was established on the underground of his textile company (inherited by his father). It was reported that this was a den for gambling, sextortion, excessive alcohol consumption, drugs, smo
The blinding lights danced with the people as they tried to tune up with the rock music that was being played. It was nothing compared to the first time Blanche went to the Drollery. There's a podium with a pole on the side just before the stage and the bar, people partying have red cups and some of them were sitting on the spiral staircase that led to a VIP lounge. It was more like a club now than a drollery. As Ainé has said, there's a tradition every month that turn the drollery into a club and that the entertainers have their room to meet and greet fans of them. That's why, Blanche was also here, standing in the Drollery after the moon showed up, clutching her handbag tightly, she adjust the strap of her black dress. She was told to come dressed as someone who wants to join the party, so she wore her black heels with red soles and a spaghetti strap little black dress that ends j
"I hate you."Blanche turn away and crossed her arms, she was about to leave when a strong arm pulled her arms and forced her to face him."This is just a misunderstanding." He tried to sound convincing but Blanche couldn't buy it, she glowered at him. Ace became restless, his arms couldn't stay on his side, his face display fear, contemplation, and nervousness as if he was trying to prove himself to an honorable judge on a moot court.The woman whom Blanche found together with him, stood there with her arms on her side, her grey party dress was disheveled from the hem proving that she was doing something with her employee that wasn't written on the rules.The door was closed and only the muffled cries of those party people and beat of the music can be heard on such a secluded VIP lounge of him."I told you, you got it all wrong she was just trying to help me put my clothes on because I sprained my arm afte
"I'm not."Cleo raised a single brow on what Misha mumbled, she gave an unconvincing look and held the can of beer tightly. "Fool yourself."She doesn't drink, she was on the right age to drink but she doesn't want to taste any alcohol, she saw what alcohol can do to your body and it's unpleasant so no one can convinced her to drink one."No. Really. I just thought this is a great way to sympathize you."Even though that one only wants to symphathize you or was just a messed up bitch and assumed that she needed it.Blanche doesn't know what to reply. Misha had always been there since her childhood, both Astolfo watched her grew up.She was tempted to taste a beer because of that. Misha was right, she needed someone's sympathy right now."Thank you.""Remember the guy you killed? He was connected with the Crowne's," Misha said in a more loud voice that she didn't know
"It's just like they said, a woman could gone loco if a man cheats on her."Blanche glared at the man and continued to scratched the back of her right hand.It suddenly became itchy, it's like a caterpillar rest itself on the back of her hand."Blanche," Astolfo called in a low voice.He tried to made Blanche looked at him, but she didn't leave her death stare to the man in front of them.Even his posture of someone of a bodyguard made Blanche's blood boil in annoyance. The french man doesn't seem to mind though, after all, he was the closest one to Blanche."Bon. Please stop the act. Blanche's becoming irritated. You don't want that, right?"The man loses his smile when he heard Astolfo. He turned at him and squinted his eyes. "You don't advise your superior.""Ha," Astolfo mocked and moved his shoulders, "but I just did."Bon gritted his teeth like an animal in the