“I don’t understand?” John said, feigning ignorance of what she had just said. Modelisa, however, moved from the side of John and came to stand in front of him once more. Her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made John’s skin crawl. “Are you sure you don’t understand, huh, John Beckham?” she asked, her gaze piercing through him. John tried to contain his uneasiness, determined not to fall prey to Modelisa’s mind games. He knew she was trying to break him, but he steeled himself against the rising tide of anxiety. “I was with no one,” John finally said, trying to inject a note of confidence into his tone. His eyes met Modelisa’s defiantly, though he could feel his resolve wavering under her scrutiny. Modelisa frowned, and the tension in the room thickened. John’s mind raced, wondering what exactly Modelisa was getting at. Her silence was killing him, the unspoken words hanging in the air like a guillotine waiting to drop. “Where were you last night after work, and why did

Later that day, after the face-off with Modelisa, John left his workplace, his mind swirling with confusion and frustration. His thoughts were like a tangled mess, each one pulling him in different directions. The encounter with Modelisa had left him reeling, and he desperately needed to talk to Miss B.“Are you at the penthouse? I really need to see you right now,” John asked Miss B over the phone, his voice tinged with urgency.“No, I’m not. I’m at the office but about to leave for the penthouse,” Miss B replied, her tone calm and reassuring. “Is something wrong?” she added, a hint of concern in her voice.John dug his fingers into his hair, the pressure building in his skull. “No, I just need to see you. We have a few things to talk about,” he said, shrugging and sighing as if Miss B were standing right in front of him.“You could go to the penthouse. I’m sure to be there before you arrive,” Miss B said with her usual calm, soft voice.“Okay,” John replied and dropped the call.He

“What is that?” John asked with uneasiness, looking out with anxiousness.“After you told me about Gabriel Blake and told me to find out more about him, I sent out a few details. Finally, I just got a text from one of my lookout guys after scavenging about Gabriel Blake and Jeffery,” Miss B explained while adjusting her dress to cover her nakedness even more.John nodded his head and narrowed his eyes, the intensity of his urge to find out what Miss B had discovered glaring in his eyes. “So what?” The suspense was killing him.“Gabriel and Jeffery frequent a hotel for meetings. Probably because they lack a better place, but then I’m not sure,” Miss B explained.John contracted his eyes. “A hotel for meetings?”“Yeah, that’s what I got, but I’m not sure about the details,” Miss B shrugged.John heaved a sigh and allowed the words to deepen in his mind. “What hotel?” he asked while stroking his beard.Miss B quickly looked back and tapped a finger on her phone, which was about to go to

John's brows lifted, forming a questioning arc above his eyes as he leaned in slightly, his gaze fixated on DD Patel. "Can you lend me a hand with something else?" he inquired, his voice a mixture of hope and uncertainty.Curiosity tinged DD Patel's expression as she awaited his request, her features betraying her eagerness to uncover his intentions.A moment stretched between them, pregnant with anticipation, as John pondered his words, searching for the right way to broach the subject."Before I delve into it, I need to ask: do they have a designated space they frequent?" John's tone was cautious, his hands coming together in a silent plea for understanding.DD Patel shook her head slowly, her lips forming a regretful line. "No, they don't confine themselves to a single room," she responded, her voice tinged with a hint of disappointment. "And as for installing a camera, I'm afraid that's out of the question. I'm willing to assist in any other way, but that request crosses a boundar

John returned home, his footsteps echoing through the silent hallways as he roamed from room to room. He tried reaching Miss B repeatedly, but she wasn’t answering his calls. To make matters worse, Stephanie hadn’t returned home yet, even though the evening had already settled in, casting long shadows and a sense of foreboding over the house.John’s restlessness grew with each passing minute. A gnawing feeling of dread gnawed at him, making him uneasy about everything that was happening. After what felt like an eternity, Stephanie finally called him back and asked him to come over.With his heart pounding and mind racing, John made his way to her building. His thoughts were a tangled mess of anxiety and suspicion. Had Stephanie discovered his secret affiliation with Miss B? What was going on? The questions swirled in his head, refusing to settle. Even before he left his room, he tried calling Miss B one more time, but there was no answer. He desperately wanted to know what was happe