“What are you talking about?” Modelisa dimmed her eyes at John. There was a flash of both confusion and worry on her face, like storm clouds gathering before a thunderstorm. Her brows furrowed, creating deep creases, and her lips trembled ever so slightly, betraying the turmoil within her. “You think I am the one plotting against Stephanie, that I am trying to use her, that I want revenge and am taking advantage of her, but then you fail to see the real threat,” John spat with so much confidence that it reverberated in the room. His voice was low and gravelly, each word dripping with intensity. His eyes bore into hers, unyielding, as if trying to pierce through the layers of her doubt. It was the right moment for the hit and pressure, and he sure wasn’t going to allow his chance to slip. “You mean Jeffery?” Modelisa said, narrowing her eyes. Wrinkles formed on her forehead like the ripples on a disturbed pond, her expression hardening as she tried to comprehend his words. The n
“I really loved Stephanie, but she chose to betray me and break my heart. But still, when I found out about Jeffery’s plans to ruin her, I just couldn’t allow him. That is the only reason why I came back and begged my way to be her personal assistant. It wasn’t because I wanted to harm her or take revenge, it’s because I need to keep an eye on Jeffery and make sure he doesn’t hurt her,” John lied so confidently, his voice steady and unwavering. The words flowed smoothly, like poison wrapped in honey. He was slowly turning the tables around. Modelisa’s eyes widened as John spoke, her pupils dilating in surprise. She was clearly buying his lies, her guarded expression cracking ever so slightly. The room felt charged with tension, like the air before a lightning strike. “But how do you know what Jeffery is planning, and what reason should I have to trust you? As a matter of fact, you can actually just make this up, cook it, and expect me to swallow it,” Modelisa contested and shrugged.
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
John finally handed his phone to Modelisa though reluctantly. He didn’t want her to create a bigger scene o r suspect him eeh more than she was already suspecting him. “Good”. Modelisa nodded her head with a stern smile as she collected her phone. John's heart pummeled so quickly as Modelisa stared at his phone. He wondered what made her to come to his room early in the morning and then Demand for just her phone. His heart pummeled whole Modelisa continued to scroll through the phone. John always did make sure to delete all his messages but he just hoped that he didn’t forget any. His heart went wide when he saw thagModelisa dimmed her eyes while still staring at the phone. His palms became wey as he wondered what she had seen in the phone. Did he possibly forget to delete a message from Brad or was it from Miss B. Modelisa finally lifted her eyes from the phone and darted them at John. Johns heart was raving so fast but he maintained composure so Nodelisa wouldn’t read through hi
“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
“I really loved Stephanie, but she chose to betray me and break my heart. But still, when I found out about Jeffery’s plans to ruin her, I just couldn’t allow him. That is the only reason why I came back and begged my way to be her personal assistant. It wasn’t because I wanted to harm her or take revenge, it’s because I need to keep an eye on Jeffery and make sure he doesn’t hurt her,” John lied so confidently, his voice steady and unwavering. The words flowed smoothly, like poison wrapped in honey. He was slowly turning the tables around. Modelisa’s eyes widened as John spoke, her pupils dilating in surprise. She was clearly buying his lies, her guarded expression cracking ever so slightly. The room felt charged with tension, like the air before a lightning strike. “But how do you know what Jeffery is planning, and what reason should I have to trust you? As a matter of fact, you can actually just make this up, cook it, and expect me to swallow it,” Modelisa contested and shrugged.
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 input the codes for the vault, his fingers moving with a mix of precision and urgency. He knew Stephanie would receive a notification about the vault being accessed, but he counted on her being preoccupied with her lunch date. He hoped she wouldn’t be checking her phone and that he could complete his task before anyone realized what was happening.As the vault door swung open, John’s eyes immediately widened at the sight before him. The interior of the safe gleamed with rows of gold bars, stacks of cash, and an assortment of important documents. The sheer amount of wealth and information stored there was staggering. But he didn’t have time to admire it; he was on a mission. He quickly started moving the cash and documents, his hands trembling slightly as he searched for the flash drive.He rifled through the stacks of money, the crisp bills rustling under his touch. The weight of each bundle was substantial, and the smell of fresh currency mingled with the faint scent of metal fr