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121: The Clock is Ticking

Author: Fallenwild
last update Last Updated: 2025-02-06 23:34:12

Third Person POV

Hours Earlier

Mia had been patient. Too patient.

She’d spent months in this house, biting her tongue, keeping her head down, playing the obedient maid while waiting for the perfect moment.

Today was it.

She moved through the kitchen methodically, her movements precise. A sprinkle of sedative in the guards’ late-night coffee last night. A few drops in Diane’s tea this morning. Nothing lethal, just enough to make her unconscious. The security doors? Left unlocked during one of her “cleaning rounds.” The alarm system? Temporarily disabled—a silent virus she’d slipped into their software weeks ago. It would appear as a random malfunction. By the time anyone noticed, it’d be too late.

Everything was set.

And then there was her.

Estella.

Mia’s grip tightened around the knife she was drying. She glanced toward the hallway where Estella had last been. The woman whose existence had stolen her brother’s life.

Mia exhaled sharply to stop herself from reaching her and stabbing he
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