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The Princess ArrestedIn the vibrant chaos of downtown, the 12th precinct transformed into a pressure cooker of tension as the President of Flawless Inc. found herself at the center of a storm. A relentless battalion of detectives closed in, their questions sharp and probing, firing off like arrows aimed at her composure. The air buzzed with an electric intensity, thick with apprehension that practically wrapped around her.To make matters worse, her lawyer—her only ally in this intricate maze of law—had been barred from the room, leaving her feeling stranded and vulnerable. This was her first real brush with the police, a stark contrast to the previous encounter she had in a hospital in Paris with Bevely. Each second dragged on, stretching into a torturous eternity as she anxiously anticipated her attorney’s arrival—the lone flicker of hope in this daunting predicament.The situation became a true test of her character, pushing her resolve and resilience to their very limits. Her hear
Revealing Identity:“Hello! Who’s calling?” The voice emanating from the intercom was warm and inviting, wrapping the small, cozy room in a friendly atmosphere that felt almost comforting.“Is this Ms. DuBois's residence?” The question came from an appealing masculine voice that carried a warm charm, its rich timbre echoing softly against the walls. There was a genuine curiosity in his tone, making it impossible not to be drawn in by his presence.“Yes, it is,” she replied, her voice smooth and refined, embodying a sense of grace that belied her underlying caution. “May I ask who’s calling?” There was a subtle tension in her tone, a delicate thread of suspicion woven through her politeness, adding an intriguing layer of suspense to the exchange as she prepared to guard the information she held.Victor inched closer to the sleek, black camera positioned next to the door, his captivating smile lighting up his striking features. The warm corridor light streamed down on him, casting a gol
**Left for Dead**My relationship with my Boss developed when I was very young. It has become a deeply intertwined partnership fortified over the years by numerous shared experiences and secrets, highlighting the exceptional camaraderie we’ve built through time and trust. Over our years together, we have navigated challenges and celebrated triumphs, creating a unique connection that stands apart from typical employer- employee dynamics. I find myself smiling, anticipating the engaging conversation that lies ahead. The thrill of discussing new projects, brainstorming creative solutions, staying up late into the night, or simply catching up on our lives fills me with energy. Each time I hear that unmistakable ringtone signaling a call from my Boss, a familiar rush of warmth envelops me, igniting a sense of excitement."Yes, Boss, how may I assist you today?""Please come over here as quickly as you can. The moment we've eagerly anticipated is finally here. It's time to embark on the jo
Tears clouded my vision as I watched the emergency team hurry up the stairs to Beverly's bedroom. I was on the floor next to her, my heart racing wildly. I held my breath as I saw them remove her beautiful dress, working quickly and purposefully. They started to apply white bandages to her wounds, trying desperately to stop the bleeding. I felt frozen with fear and helplessness, entirely overwhelmed by the seriousness of what was happening. I had never experienced anything so terrifying before.Amid the turmoil swirling all around me, I could hear the detective's calm voice cutting through the chaos, urgently asking, "Is she the victim? How is she doing?"The person they were referring to was my Boss who had been confirmed as a victim. I was in a state of shock and still couldn't believe my eyes."Sir, we caught her attacker, who was found sitting in his car just outside the building. He was taken into custody and then rushed to the hospital to treat injuries on his right shoulder, che
What Am I, A Suspect?I just couldn't accept that we believe what happened to Beverly, and now her condition has declined. The tears wouldn't stop coming. While pacing back and forth, the doctor walks up to me. "Ms. DuBois, I know you are worried, but you must get some rest. We will call if anything changes with her condition," he said, squeezing my hand, comforting me.I nodded in agreement, feeling light-headed like I might faint. I took several deep breaths and began collecting my things to leave the hospital. That's when the detective walks up to me. "Hey, Ms. DuBois, before you go, I have a few more questions for you."I sighed frustratedly. "What is it now, Sir? I'm exhausted, and I have so many things to do. I'm at my wits' end.""I understand, but let me ask you. Has your boss ever been married before or had a past lover with whom she might have had some recent or even past issues with?"I rolled my eyes. "No, Sir. Can you please excuse me? I have to leave and return to the of
Nick smiled, his right brow arched in playful defiance as he countered. “Maybe you don’t remember because you never asked. Of course, I trust you. A woman as lovely as you with a successful business and fantastic track record—why wouldn’t I? Everyone speaks so highly of you and your capabilities.” “Thank you for your kind words and for having faith in me. But I’m quite certain I’ve asked you that question at some point during our time together these past few months,” I replied.Nick’s voice was low and smooth, laced with intrigue. As he leaned forward, escaping the shadows and letting the soft candlelight illuminate his striking features. He exuded an air of commanding masculinity, clean-shaven, his dark hair meticulously styled, every inch radiating confidence. “I’m in Paris, in the company of an exquisite woman. Who has filled my head with fantasy and romantic notions of things I haven't entertained in quite some while. Who wouldn’t want to stay here as long as they could? So,
~Volatile~Angela took a deep breath, her heart racing as she prepared to tell her boss, Beverly, the surprising news. Clearing her throat, she began, her voice steady yet cautious."Well... Beverley, you might want to sit down for this. Nick Vinerelli is Sheppard Choi's business partner."Beverly's eyes widened in disbelief, her voice rising in shock. "What! What did you say?""Yes," Angela continued, choosing her words carefully. "He’s involved in an import business worth billions, but to be honest, he has made a few rather dubious investments along the way. One particularly noteworthy project that Mr. Choi has undertaken a massive hospital in South Korea—a building that features a wing dedicated to his late wife, who tragically passed away five years ago."Beverly sighed and rolled her eyes in exasperation, trying to keep the mood light despite the gravity of the topic. "And Boss, you might find this next bit intriguing."Beverly leaned on the restaurant table, curiosity flickerin
I took a deep breath as I slammed my eyes shut tight! A tear of pain traveled down my cheek."Move away from the door," Nick said in a low, rough tone. When I heard his voice, I thought, 'I'm still alive?' I kept telling myself this was an illusion as I eased my back away from the wall and moved slowly. Nick passed yet another shaft of light from the window. We locked eyes, and again, even as tears slid down my cheeks, I seized with that sensation in my heart that somehow connected to his heart. His eyes are dark, darker than I have ever seen, but not only dark but piercing.His jawline is slightly sucked in; I can't seem to shake it. It's like when you catch a whiff of something that transports you somewhere, like a half-forgotten dream floating away. All you remember is a feeling, and all my feelings surrounding Nick are good."It isn't what you think," I said from her tight throat as I backed up into my bedroom. Once I crossed the sill of the bedroom door, he was on me in a flas
Revealing Identity:“Hello! Who’s calling?” The voice emanating from the intercom was warm and inviting, wrapping the small, cozy room in a friendly atmosphere that felt almost comforting.“Is this Ms. DuBois's residence?” The question came from an appealing masculine voice that carried a warm charm, its rich timbre echoing softly against the walls. There was a genuine curiosity in his tone, making it impossible not to be drawn in by his presence.“Yes, it is,” she replied, her voice smooth and refined, embodying a sense of grace that belied her underlying caution. “May I ask who’s calling?” There was a subtle tension in her tone, a delicate thread of suspicion woven through her politeness, adding an intriguing layer of suspense to the exchange as she prepared to guard the information she held.Victor inched closer to the sleek, black camera positioned next to the door, his captivating smile lighting up his striking features. The warm corridor light streamed down on him, casting a gol
The Princess ArrestedIn the vibrant chaos of downtown, the 12th precinct transformed into a pressure cooker of tension as the President of Flawless Inc. found herself at the center of a storm. A relentless battalion of detectives closed in, their questions sharp and probing, firing off like arrows aimed at her composure. The air buzzed with an electric intensity, thick with apprehension that practically wrapped around her.To make matters worse, her lawyer—her only ally in this intricate maze of law—had been barred from the room, leaving her feeling stranded and vulnerable. This was her first real brush with the police, a stark contrast to the previous encounter she had in a hospital in Paris with Bevely. Each second dragged on, stretching into a torturous eternity as she anxiously anticipated her attorney’s arrival—the lone flicker of hope in this daunting predicament.The situation became a true test of her character, pushing her resolve and resilience to their very limits. Her hear
Alert! Alert!As the meeting drew to a close, the President surveyed the room with her keen, perceptive gaze, acutely aware of the absence that lingered like a shadow among her advisors. She chose to hold her tongue, allowing the others to reveal the truth as it unfolded. Just then, Angelique rose from her seat, her posture betraying an urgency she couldn’t mask. With a respectful nod, she requested permission to step out of the conference room for a moment. Upon her return, she approached the group with a palpable sense of trepidation etched across her features. Clearing her throat, she delivered the critical news with a tremor in her voice. "Dynasty," she began, her words trembling slightly, "the evidence we gathered last night was undeniably clear. After reviewing all the footage and testimonies, it’s apparent that the decision to fire shots was made in self-defense." The weight of her revelation hung in the air, as the room processed the gravity of what it meant for their ongoi
I’m Every WomanLike many young girls, Dynasty, the driven CEO of Flawless, once dreamed of magical worlds filled with adventure. She imagined herself as a stunning model walking down Paris runways, enchanting everyone, or as a graceful ballerina dancing effortlessly on grand stages under bright lights. In her future dreams, she pictured herself as a loving wife, surrounded by the joyful laughter of children, creating a warm and happy home. Growing up under the care and support of Beverly and those around her helped Dynasty believe that true happiness and success were within her reach.However, Dynasty grew older, she faced the challenges of a difficult family life that cast a shadow over her dreams. While there was love in her home, it often felt tangled and far from the perfect family life that many of her school friends had or aspired to have. As she entered her teenage years, her dreams transformed into something more profound but also complicated. She found inspiration in her ment
The morning after:After a tough night that shook her world, Dynasty woke up feeling restless and uneasy. This morning brought a painful ache to her head, a physical sign of the worry that weighed on her heart following the chaotic events that had turned her glamorous party into a complete mess. This situation was not only embarrassing but also threatened the stability of Flawless Inc., the cosmetics company she had built and cherished.Dynasty was used to handling challenges with grace as the young CEO of a successful business, but what happened last night was unlike anything she had faced before. Determined to find out what had really happened and who was responsible for the disaster, she knew she needed to act quickly and decisively.Before she could fully collect her thoughts or set up an emergency meeting with her team, she instinctively reached for her smartphone. The screen lit up, showing many missed calls and unread messages—a painful reminder of the chaos that had erupted and
Shock And Fear"What did you just say? Can you repeat that, Daeseung?" I inquired, my voice echoing slightly in the now eerily quiet room, where tension hung like a thick mist."I witnessed who got shot and the identity of the person who pulled the trigger!" Daeseung’s words lingered in the air, a shocking revelation that sliced through the silence like a blade, leaving us all in suspended disbelief."You're lying!" Taemon exclaimed, his voice laced with incredulity, a stark contrast to the suffocating silence that enveloped us. His eyes widened in shock, mirroring the disbelief etched on the faces of the others in the room."What did you say?" I asked again, my mind racing to process Daeseung's unexpected confession, unsure if my ears had betrayed me."Listen up, everyone," I asserted, my tone steely and imperative, breaking the heavy pause that had settled among us. “We all knew from the very beginning that this mission wouldn’t be like any we had undertaken before, but what we are e
A Shocking RevelationReality shattered around me in a sudden rush, and I gasped, struggling to believe my eyes. To my surprise, two figures emerged from the shadows beneath the desk, like ghosts coming out of the darkness. Daeseung and Angela were sitting upright, their eyes piercing through the dim light in a way that made my stomach turn.Every glance felt like a shock, leaving me disoriented as I tried to understand what was happening. A mix of excitement and fear surged through me, breaking the heavy silence and wrapping me in confusion.My heart raced as panic set in; my eyes widened, and I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears. Instinctively, I grabbed onto Daeseung, desperate to hold onto something in this chaotic moment. Leaning closer, I focused on the strange scene before me, my eyes narrowing with a mix of disbelief and anger. My voice shook, but was filled with determination as I said, “Oh, he’s in great pain, alright!”With adrenaline pumping through me, I jumped to my
A Taste Of DeathVictor took a deep breath, his heart racing as he moved away from the dark entrance of the dimly lit building. The unsettling silence was suddenly interrupted by the buzzing of his electronic watch, sending a rush of adrenaline through him. "Taemon! Where is everyone? Is everyone okay?" His voice shook, sounding fragile against the eerie quiet.Today was far from normal—it was the start of a high-stakes mission to find a valuable artifact rumored to be hidden inside these crumbling walls. Each heartbeat felt like a warning, raising goosebumps on his skin as he sensed danger lurking nearby. Taemon's voice came through his earpiece, a mix of relief and worry in his tone. "Oh my goodness, you scared me! I thought—" He took a breath to steady himself, the tension easing slightly. "I've found everyone except Daeseung.""What?! Where could he be?" Panic swallowed Victor as grim thoughts flooded his mind. "You need to find him—now! I can’t stand the thought of him in danger.
Oh, What A NightFor a heartbeat, it seemed like the world around them dimmed, becoming inconsequential as they basked in the warmth of that moment, untouched by the cold night. Mr. Choi seemed poised to say more, yet he simply offered a knowing nod as they stepped out onto the balcony, greeted by the crisp night air. It was a scene out of a storybook: ornate railings framed with fragrant flowers that sighed gently in the moonlight, beckoning them closer to the breathtaking vista of the sprawling city below. Victor drew nearer to Ms. DuBois, instinctively positioning himself to shield her from the biting wind while respecting the sacredness of her personal space. The invigorating night air washed over them, mingling with the distant hum of the city's vibrant nightlife. From their elevated perch, the view was nothing short of mesmerizing. They gazed out over the shimmering expanse of Lake Michigan, the city lights dancing like stars reflected on its surface. A voice floated from outdoo