The next day, Lucas woke up feeling calmer. He decided to call Luna again, this time intending to resolve their issues without emotional outbursts.“Luna?” Lucas called when the phone was answered. “I want to talk.”“Lucas, I want to talk too,” Luna replied in a calmer voice. “I'm sorry about yesterday. I should have left a clearer message.”“No, Luna. I should also apologize. I should have been easier to reach. We both can learn from this,” Lucas said, trying to soothe the situation.“I agree,” Luna said. “We need to communicate better. I don't want misunderstandings like this again. At least you need to be responsible for letting me know where you are,” Luna reprimanded.Lucas smiled, even though Luna couldn't see it. “When are you coming home?”“I'll be back as soon as I finish my business here.”“How about I come to your place right now? At least I can properly introduce myself to your family.”“Are you sure?” Luna hesitated on the other end.“Yes, I'll come over.”“Alright, I'll

Lucas sat at the end of the large conference table, facing the projection screen that displayed complex graphs about the company's performance. Joe, who always accompanied him, sat beside him, monitoring the reactions of the meeting participants.In the midst of the serious presentation, Lucas's luxurious phone rang. The dark screen of the phone displayed a picture of Bianca, his ex-girlfriend, in a very private moment with him. Lucas felt his heart rate quicken as a threatening message came in.[You might want to watch over that fragile reputation of yours. I can tell Luna, you know.]Joe, sensitive to his boss's expression, noticed the tension on Lucas's face. He hummed quietly, trying to ease the tension."Is everything okay?"Lucas closed his eyes briefly, trying to calm himself. "Yes, it's nothing. Just an unimportant message from a vendor. Continue with the presentation, Joe."Joe nodded, although his concern was still evident. He knew something was wrong but didn't want to make

Lucas stood by the window in his study, staring blankly outside. His heart was filled with an anxiety that grew more consuming each day. For a week now, he had been receiving anonymous messages threatening him and watching his every move. The messages came relentlessly, leaving him constantly uneasy and vigilant.“Watch every step you take, Lucas. I am watching.”The first message came via SMS, then through email, and occasionally, a note was slipped under his door. None of these messages were ignored; each one made him feel more and more threatened. His wife, Luna, had nearly been hit by a speeding car with no license plate. Fortunately, Luna only suffered minor injuries, but the incident left Lucas terrified. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing his loved ones due to these unknown threats.Lucas's study was filled with work files scattered across his desk. He sat in his chair, gripping a pen tightly. In front of him was a list of names of people who might hold a grudge against him