"What’s wrong?" Sam jolted me out of my reverie with his voice.
"Nothing," I pretended while glancing at my phone. "Evelyn, I am aware when something is causing you distress," she remarked, folding her arms. "You’ve been staring at your phone all day." Sensing the weight of the message, I sighed. "Jack messaged me." Sam's gaze expanded. "Jack? What was his desire?" "He claimed to be aware of Nathaniel and myself. that he is all-knowing." Sam scowled and leaned forward. How was he able to know? You haven’t told anyone, right?" "No, of course not," I curtly said. "But he knows, in some way. I'm afraid, too." "What did he say exactly?" With concern in her voice, Sam pressed. I gave her my phone so she could see the message. After a minute, she glanced up at me from her spot on the screen. Softly, "This is bad, Evelyn," she whispered. "What are you going to do?" "I'm not sure," I said. "If Jack really knows, he could ruin everything." Sam took a seat next me, her expression solemn. "You should speak with Nathaniel. He must be aware." I shook my head, saying, "I can't." "Not just yet. I have no idea how to even begin to convey this to him." Sam gave me a long look before letting out a sigh. "You're facing difficulties. But Evelyn, you cannot overlook this. Jack will not disappear. I was sitting by myself in my tiny flat later that night. I could not get Jack's message out of my head. He has a whole knowledge base. Once more, my phone buzzed. With haste, I seized it, praying it wasn't Jack once more. However, it wasn't him. Nathaniel was the one. His text said, "Dinner tomorrow?" I was at a loss for words as I looked at the message for a while. I didn't want to bring it up right now, but I also couldn't keep keeping this from him. Not quite yet. "Sure," I said, typing with slightly trembling fingers. I met Nathaniel at his apartment the next day. Grinning, he opened the door. "Please enter," he responded, moving aside. As I entered, I could sense the atmosphere's well-known tension. Between the two of us, it was always uneasy and uncertain. We were still finding each other out. Nathaniel remarked, "I made pasta," and he led me over to the dining table. "I’m not much of a cook, but I tried." I tried to relax and smiled. "I’m sure it’s great." We took a seat and ate in solitude for a bit. Although the food was tasty, I wasn't paying attention to it. My thoughts were consumed with Jack's message. Breaking the stillness, Nathaniel blurted abruptly, "You seem distracted." I gasped as I glanced up. "No, I'm not," I said a fib. His eyebrow went up. "You don’t seem fine." I inhaled deeply, attempting to quiet my rushing mind. "It’s just… there’s something I need to tell you." With his gaze fixed on me, Nathaniel reclined in his chair. "What is it?" The words hung in my throat as I paused. In what way may I interpret this? "A message was sent to me," I eventually said. "They know about our deal." I could see the stress in Nathaniel's eyes even though his demeanor remained unchanged. "Who?" I spoke carefully, not wanting to mention Jack's name just yet, "an old... friend." "They’re threatening to expose everything." After a little period of silence, Nathaniel remarked quietly. "This is something we can manage. "I'll handle it if they try to cause trouble." "But what if they go to the press?" I questioned, worry rising in my voice. Leaning forward, Nathaniel maintained a steady look. "They refuse to. Believe me." Even though I wanted to believe him, I couldn't shake my worry. "Nathaniel, I have no idea. This may really wreck things." "It won't," he asserted. "I’ve dealt with people like this before." We sat on the couch after supper, our tensions still very much present. I tried to relax by leaning back, but the anxiousness persisted. Nathaniel questioned abruptly, "Who is this person?" I stiffened. "Just a former acquaintance of mine. It's not simple." Nathaniel kept a close eye on me. "Complicated how?" I was unsure of how much to share, so I paused. "Our past exists. But that's now behind us. They are only attempting to create issues." Although Nathaniel didn't ask any more questions, I could sense he wasn't happy with my response. Tell me if they continue to trouble you. I’ll make sure they stop." I said, "I will," even though I wasn't sure how I would follow through on it. I discovered a note on my porch the next morning. Not a return address, not a name. As I lifted it up, my heart was racing because I knew what was inside. Slowly, with trembling hands, I opened it. There was a plain message with the precise, deliberate handwriting, "You can't trust him," inside. I gazed at the message, my thoughts racing. Who had abandoned this? And about whom were they speaking? Nathaniel? or Jack? I met Sam at the café near my flat later that day. With my words barely audible above a whisper, I slipped the note over the table to her. "I found this on my doorstep this morning." Sam took up the message and carefully read it. With her eyes wide with concern, she questioned, "Who could have left this?" I shook my head and answered, "I don't know." But Sam, it scares me. I sense that someone is observing me." Sam lowered her voice as she moved in closer. "Do you think it’s Jack?" I gave a headshake. "I'm not sure. It may be. However, it may be another person." Sam returned the note to me with a grimace. Evelyn, you have to use caution. Things are becoming serious here." I said, "I know," as a shiver went down my spine. I sat in my apartment that night and stared over the note once more. The statements made me feel doubtful and mocking. He cannot be trusted. Was Nathaniel being discussed? Was there a warning intended for me? Or was this simply another mental trick meant to confuse me? My phone started buzzing once again, jolting me out of my reverie. Half-expecting another message from Jack, I snatched it. However, it wasn't him. It was yet another unidentified number. The warning said, "You're in over your head." I gazed at the display, my heart pounding. One more caution. One more message from a knowledgeable person than me. It was more than I could handle. I required clarification. Whoever was sending these communications had to be known to me. And before it was too late, I had to find out. There was a second knock on the door as I put the phone down. My chest seized up with my heart. I had no expectation of anyone. I approached the door gingerly, reaching for the doorknob with shaky hands. This time, who was it?"Who’s at the door?" Sam questioned over the phone, her voice trembling. I said in a whisper, my fingers lingering over the doorknob, "I don't know." Evelyn, if you're afraid, don't open it. It may just be a delivery." I inhaled deeply before carefully opening the door. Nobody was present. Slept on the floor, just another envelope. When I took it up, my heart raced. I said, looking at the envelope in my hands, "It's another letter." "What does it say?" inquired Sam. With shaking hands, I opened it swiftly. Like the previous letter, this one was brief: "He's hiding something." My stomach dropped. "Sam, I'm not sure what's going on," I responded, attempting to maintain composure. "Someone’s playing games with me." "Who could be doing this?" Sam seems just as perplexed as I was. "I'm not sure. Jack may be the one. However... I'm not sure." I took a seat on the sofa with the letter still in my grasp. Sam emphasized, "You have to tell Nathaniel about this." "I can't," I blurted
"What was said in the message?" Sam questioned in a weak voice. I looked at my phone and murmured, "It said I'm in danger." Sam raised his voice more. Evelyn, please let Nathaniel know. This is becoming too strange. "Am I able to trust him?" I said, my thoughts racing. "Do you believe he is involved?" Sam sounded astounded. "I'm not sure what to think," I muttered to myself. "Don't trust him, the notes keep saying. But what if they're correct? Sam took a little break. However, what if they're attempting to deceive you? You've got no idea who's behind this. Feeling disoriented, I responded, "That's the problem." "I'm not sure who to trust these days." Nathaniel and I met again the next day. My thoughts was racing, but I tried to seem normal. The letters and the messages were stacking up in my mind. With a critical gaze, Nathaniel remarked, "You seem distracted again." "I'm alright," I pretended to be cheerful. He didn't seem to be persuaded. "Are you certain? You have been b
"Are you sure I'd sell myself for money?" I shot back, and my voice was stern and angry. He crossed his arms and leaned against his sleek black car. He looked startled, but his blue eyes had a hint of anger in them. “You’re not trying to sell yourself. It’s a business arrangement.” "Agreement for business?" I repeated, feeling shocked and confused. “You mean pretending to be your girlfriend?” "Yes," he said in a steady voice. “For one year. You get financial security, and I get to keep my picture intact.” My heart was beating fast as I crossed my arms tightly. Behind us, the crowded hall buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses. “You think I’m just some gold-digger who would jump at the chance?” “No,” he said, moving closer, his gaze intense. “I think you’re an artist who deserves more than this.” He pointed toward the gallery. His words sent a mix of feelings swirling inside me. Was he really giving me a way out? But I quickly pushed that thought away. “And what do
“Is everything okay?” Nathaniel asked, his voice soft but filled with concern. I couldn’t stop staring at my phone. The name flashing on the screen made my stomach churn. Jack. What did he want now? “I… it’s nothing,” I mumbled, turning the phone off quickly. My heart was racing, but I tried to hide it. “Doesn’t look like nothing,” Nathaniel pressed, stepping closer. His blue eyes searched mine, as if he could see the panic I was trying to bury. “It’s just… someone I used to know,” I lied, hoping he wouldn’t push further. Nathaniel raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, but he didn’t push. Instead, he stepped back and ran a hand through his dark hair. “You’ve got one week to decide about my offer, Evelyn. Take your time.” “One week,” I repeated quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. My mind was spinning, but I nodded, knowing I had to think fast. “Good. You’re smart. You’ll figure it out,” he said, flashing a small smile before turning away, walking back to the crowd in t
"What was said in the message?" Sam questioned in a weak voice. I looked at my phone and murmured, "It said I'm in danger." Sam raised his voice more. Evelyn, please let Nathaniel know. This is becoming too strange. "Am I able to trust him?" I said, my thoughts racing. "Do you believe he is involved?" Sam sounded astounded. "I'm not sure what to think," I muttered to myself. "Don't trust him, the notes keep saying. But what if they're correct? Sam took a little break. However, what if they're attempting to deceive you? You've got no idea who's behind this. Feeling disoriented, I responded, "That's the problem." "I'm not sure who to trust these days." Nathaniel and I met again the next day. My thoughts was racing, but I tried to seem normal. The letters and the messages were stacking up in my mind. With a critical gaze, Nathaniel remarked, "You seem distracted again." "I'm alright," I pretended to be cheerful. He didn't seem to be persuaded. "Are you certain? You have been b
"Who’s at the door?" Sam questioned over the phone, her voice trembling. I said in a whisper, my fingers lingering over the doorknob, "I don't know." Evelyn, if you're afraid, don't open it. It may just be a delivery." I inhaled deeply before carefully opening the door. Nobody was present. Slept on the floor, just another envelope. When I took it up, my heart raced. I said, looking at the envelope in my hands, "It's another letter." "What does it say?" inquired Sam. With shaking hands, I opened it swiftly. Like the previous letter, this one was brief: "He's hiding something." My stomach dropped. "Sam, I'm not sure what's going on," I responded, attempting to maintain composure. "Someone’s playing games with me." "Who could be doing this?" Sam seems just as perplexed as I was. "I'm not sure. Jack may be the one. However... I'm not sure." I took a seat on the sofa with the letter still in my grasp. Sam emphasized, "You have to tell Nathaniel about this." "I can't," I blurted
"What’s wrong?" Sam jolted me out of my reverie with his voice. "Nothing," I pretended while glancing at my phone. "Evelyn, I am aware when something is causing you distress," she remarked, folding her arms. "You’ve been staring at your phone all day." Sensing the weight of the message, I sighed. "Jack messaged me." Sam's gaze expanded. "Jack? What was his desire?" "He claimed to be aware of Nathaniel and myself. that he is all-knowing." Sam scowled and leaned forward. How was he able to know? You haven’t told anyone, right?" "No, of course not," I curtly said. "But he knows, in some way. I'm afraid, too." "What did he say exactly?" With concern in her voice, Sam pressed. I gave her my phone so she could see the message. After a minute, she glanced up at me from her spot on the screen. Softly, "This is bad, Evelyn," she whispered. "What are you going to do?" "I'm not sure," I said. "If Jack really knows, he could ruin everything." Sam took a seat next me, her expression so
“Is everything okay?” Nathaniel asked, his voice soft but filled with concern. I couldn’t stop staring at my phone. The name flashing on the screen made my stomach churn. Jack. What did he want now? “I… it’s nothing,” I mumbled, turning the phone off quickly. My heart was racing, but I tried to hide it. “Doesn’t look like nothing,” Nathaniel pressed, stepping closer. His blue eyes searched mine, as if he could see the panic I was trying to bury. “It’s just… someone I used to know,” I lied, hoping he wouldn’t push further. Nathaniel raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, but he didn’t push. Instead, he stepped back and ran a hand through his dark hair. “You’ve got one week to decide about my offer, Evelyn. Take your time.” “One week,” I repeated quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. My mind was spinning, but I nodded, knowing I had to think fast. “Good. You’re smart. You’ll figure it out,” he said, flashing a small smile before turning away, walking back to the crowd in t
"Are you sure I'd sell myself for money?" I shot back, and my voice was stern and angry. He crossed his arms and leaned against his sleek black car. He looked startled, but his blue eyes had a hint of anger in them. “You’re not trying to sell yourself. It’s a business arrangement.” "Agreement for business?" I repeated, feeling shocked and confused. “You mean pretending to be your girlfriend?” "Yes," he said in a steady voice. “For one year. You get financial security, and I get to keep my picture intact.” My heart was beating fast as I crossed my arms tightly. Behind us, the crowded hall buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses. “You think I’m just some gold-digger who would jump at the chance?” “No,” he said, moving closer, his gaze intense. “I think you’re an artist who deserves more than this.” He pointed toward the gallery. His words sent a mix of feelings swirling inside me. Was he really giving me a way out? But I quickly pushed that thought away. “And what do