John returned home and he couldn’t stop thinking about all that Brad told him. He sat in his croooy bed and thought about the flash drive that he spoke about. He wondered where the flashdrive could be hidden becuase the last time he checked Stepahanies vault, he didn’t see any flashdrive. “What could even be in the flash drive” he thought to him perf but then of course he got no answer. Another big thing thag confused him was the certainty if Brsd was truly being transparent with him or he was just trying to use him and tag all the crimes on him. John thought about all this till he slept off unknowninly. The next morning, John woke up and was about going out of his room for work when he heard a knock on his room in the basement. He halted and wondered how it wa d that was banging on this door that early in the morning. He stared at the door for a while as though waiting for a second knock as confirmation snd he got it. John strode to the door and opened it. Johns eyes dimmed slight

“He is just my friend” Joshua l sajd with his heart racing so fast as he stared at rhe phoke still. “I mean she is just my friend” Joshua gulped down a huge chuckle of saliva after he made a correction to his statement. MModelisa stood quietly and watched him, just painting keen attention to his gosh language then she smiled softly. “It seems you are quite confused of the gender of your friend” she sir quoted sarcastically. “It was a slip of tongue” John said calmly or better still acted to be calm. He had quickly changed it to a gilrBecuase he realized thag what if Kodelisa crammed the number and decided to try it some toehr Time and Miss B picks up and it ends up being a female voice. “Interesting” Modelisa smirke and shrugged. “Here you go” She pointed the phoke ag John to collect it bsck. John was a bit reluctant but he collects it but before he could pull it out of her hand, he lifted his eyss to her as she saw that she tightened her grip on the phone. Modelisa didn’t say

John finally had his way into Stephanie’s office. She had left with Jeffery for a lunch date, granting him a narrow window of opportunity. He had approximately forty minutes to complete his mission, but just breaking into the office had already consumed twenty precious minutes. The weight of urgency pressed down on him like a physical force, making his movements quick and jittery.“Where should I start?” John muttered to himself, his voice barely more than a whisper in the stillness of the room. His eyes darted around, taking in the pristine environment. The office was immaculate, with everything in its place, a reflection of Stephanie’s meticulous nature. The scent of lavender air freshener lingered faintly, mingling with the underlying scent of polished wood and leather.John’s heart pounded in his chest like a war drum, each beat reverberating in his ears. His palms were slick with sweat, and he wiped them hastily on his jeans before approaching Stephanie’s desk. He knew she wouldn

John opened the folders, and his eyes went wide at the content he saw in the documents. Each word, each sentence seemed to leap off the page, wrapping around his throat like a noose. His breath caught in his chest, a gasp strangled by the sheer weight of the betrayal that lay before him. He couldn’t believe that Stephanie had planned on bringing him down for such a long time. It was as though what he saw was unreal, a figment of some nightmarish imagination, but the fact that he saw it himself and it wasn’t hearsay made it easier for him to swallow. The papers rustled in his trembling hands, a chilling symphony of deception.“This… this cannot be true,” John muttered, shaking his head in refusal, but the truth stared back at him with unyielding intensity. Though it was hard to believe, it didn’t change the fact that it was the truth. His mind reeled, struggling to grasp the enormity of the revelation. The realization hit him like a tidal wave, drowning him in a sea of betrayal. He c

John stepped into Miss B’s penthouse, the opulence of the room almost suffocating in its grandeur. The walls were adorned with intricate artwork, each piece telling a story of wealth and taste. The air was heavy with the scent of fresh roses, their delicate fragrance mingling with the subtle notes of expensive perfume that lingered around Miss B. They sat together on a plush, velvet couch that seemed to swallow them whole, its deep burgundy color contrasting sharply with the tension that filled the room. Miss B turned sideways, her eyes piercing into John’s, trying to read the unspoken words etched in his tense expression. Her heart pounded like a war drum, each beat a reminder of the anxiety gnawing at her insides. She could almost hear the rush of blood in her ears, a frantic symphony as she waited for John to let the cat out of the bag. The ambient noise of the city outside was a distant hum, barely penetrating the thick, soundproof windows, leaving them in a bubble of uneasy silen