Clara had tried many times to call Franklin, but he had yet to pick up the phone. "Why hasn't Franklin picked up my call until now?"Clara who had been sitting on the sofa now decided to move closer to the window, staring out the window while still holding her cell phone which was currently still calling. "Is he not holding his cell phone?"Clara looked at the screen of her cell phone which was currently still calling, but there was absolutely no sign that the person she was calling would pick up the phone. A sigh could be seen coming out of her mouth, indicating that she was really annoyed because she had tried calling Franklin so many times, but there was still no answer. Charles who had just come down the stairs frowned when he saw Clara pacing back and forth. The man didn't understand what had happened to his sister, but in that posture he knew what was going on. Feeling curious about Clara, Charles decided to approach the woman and asked, "What's wrong, Clara? You look uneas
A few moments later the direction had just arrived in front of Franklin's house. The woman's gaze turned towards the house which currently looked deserted, indicating that no one was inside the house. "Why is the house quite quiet?"Clara who was still confused tried to take out her cell phone, trying to call Franklin and tell him that she was currently right in front of his house. But as before, Franklin did not pick up the phone from Clara. Clara could be seen sighing, quite upset because the man had not been heard from.Forced Clara decided to immediately get out of the car, walking closer to the house that looked deserted. With courage, Clara immediately knocked on the door of the house many times. But there was no response from the house, indicating that the house was currently empty. "Where's Franklin and his family?"For a moment Clara was silent in front of the closed door of the house. She finally decided to get back into the car because she couldn't find anyone. But bef
Clara stood in front of Franklin's house for a while, hoping he would come home soon. But after waiting for about 15 minutes, there was no sign of Franklin's arrival. Feeling disappointed, Clara decided to try contacting Franklin once again.She took out her cell phone and dialed Franklin's number. A dial tone was heard, but there was no answer. After a few rings, the call was transferred to voicemail. Clara let out a long sigh, frustrated that Franklin was still unreachable."Franklin, it's me Clara. I've been in front of your house but you're not there. Please call me right away," Clara said, leaving a voice message.After hanging up, Clara looked at Franklin's house once again. She felt sad and disappointed that her plan to meet Franklin had failed miserably. Not only was Franklin not there, but Sarah's cold attitude also added to her heartache.Finally Clara decided to go home. With shaky steps she walked to her car. All the way home, various thoughts raged in her mind. Why is Fra
Meanwhile, inside a dark and dank building, Franklin woke up with a headache. The air was bone-chillingly cold, and there was little light coming through the cracks in the walls. Franklin tried to remember what happened, but his mind was still fuzzy. With difficulty, he tried to get up, but his legs felt weak. Pain radiated through his body, making every movement difficult. He realized that his hands were tied tightly, and there was little room to move.Franklin cast his eyes around, trying to figure out where he was. The place felt unfamiliar, with a musty smell and the sound of dripping water adding to the gloomy impression. There were no windows, just cold concrete walls surrounding him. The large metal door in the corner of the room seemed tightly closed, and although Franklin tried to reach for the handle, his efforts were futile. The door was firmly locked.With all his might, Franklin tried to untie the knots in his hands. However, the harder he tried, the stronger the bonds b
Franklin was still lying on the cold concrete floor. His body felt weak, and the pain continued to radiate throughout his muscles. His breathing was labored, not only because of the pain tormenting his body, but also because of the fear that was slowly creeping into his mind. Every second that passed seemed to be a reminder of how desperate her situation was. However, she knew that if she wanted to survive, she had to stay focused and find an opening to escape.The atmosphere in the room was getting tense. The concrete walls surrounding Franklin felt more and more constricting, adding to the heavy weight pressing down on his chest. In the corners of the room, droplets of water fell to the floor in a monotonous rhythm, as if marking the cruel passing of time. The light coming in through the cracks in the walls was almost useless, leaving only dark shadows dancing around the room. The sound of the wind rustling outside the building could be heard faintly, adding to the deep sense of iso
Inside a luxurious room with classic décor and dim lighting, the boss sat in a large cushioned chair, enjoying a glass of red wine while contemplating. The room was filled with expensive furniture and artistic ornaments, reflecting the high taste and wealth of the owner. The large windows on the side of the room provided a glittering night view of the city, although the heavy curtains were slightly open, as if to maintain privacy.The boss, a middle-aged man with neatly combed silvery hair and a firm jaw, wore an elegant black suit. His face full of strokes of experience looked calm, yet there was a sharp glint in his eyes that showed he was always on guard, always ready for anything. His hand held the wine glass casually, but his strong fingers gripped it tightly, as if never really letting his guard down.Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and one of his men entered with quick but respectful steps. The man, dressed in a simple black suit, approached his boss with his head slight
Sarah sat in the living room of her quiet house, her eyes fixed on the clock that rang softly every second. It was already eleven o'clock at night, but Franklin, her son, hadn't come home yet. An uneasy feeling began to creep into her heart. Usually, Franklin would always let her know if he was coming home late, but tonight there was not a single text or call.Outside, the evening breeze blew gently, carrying the scent of the jasmine flowers that Sarah always tended to in the front yard. However, that night, even the fragrance of her favorite flowers couldn't calm her anxious heart. She tried to think positively, maybe Franklin was just working late and forgot to give her news. But, as time passed, her worries deepened.Sarah got up from the sofa, walking to the kitchen to make a cup of hot tea, hoping it would ease her anxiety. As she waited for the water to boil, her mind kept spinning. Did something happen at the office? Was Franklin okay? She decided to call Franklin's secretary,
Sarah hurried home at a brisk pace, though her heart was filled with anxiety. Her heart fully expected that when she got home, Franklin would already be in the living room, probably asleep on the couch with the television still on. However, when she opened the front door, the house was deserted. There was no sign of Franklin.Sarah stood in the doorway, pensive for a moment, before small, hesitant steps approached from the direction of the kitchen. Vina, Franklin's sister, appeared with a worried look on her face. "Mama," she said quietly, her eyes full of worry. "Franklin has been unreachable since last night. I've tried calling him many times, but there's no answer."Sarah felt her heart grow heavy. She set her bag down on the side table and sat in the chair by the door, trying to catch her labored breath. Her mind raced, trying to find a plausible explanation. "Maybe she just ran out of batteries, honey," Sarah tried to calm herself, though her voice sounded weak. "Or maybe she sle