John carefully checked on Stephanie to confirm that she was indeed fast asleep. He approached her, gently lifting her face and testing the slackness of her hand."Perfect," he muttered, a small smile creeping onto his face. As he looked at Stephanie, now vulnerable in her slumber, he couldn't help but imagine her as the same woman who had been so aggressive and insulting towards him. The thought crossed his mind that he could end it all right then and there, but he quickly pushed the notion aside.Turning away from Stephanie, John hurried to the vault and removed the Monalisa frame from the wall. He stared at the vault, his mind racing as he tried to decipher what the pin might be. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he grappled with the pressure of the situation."What the fuck is the pin?!" John muttered to himself, frustration evident in his voice as he paced around, his fingers digging into his head in frustration. He had exhausted every possible combination he could think of, includin
John's eyes widened as he glanced nervously at Stephanie's phone lying on the table, realising it would be his downfall, especially after Melissa had heard it ring during her attempt to reach Stephanie.Beads of sweat formed on John's forehead as he scrambled to concoct a plausible lie."Why aren't you speaking? What kind of meeting would Stephanie attend without her phone? She's always glued to it, and the secretary confirmed she has no scheduled meetings today," MODELISA pointed out, her scepticism palpable.The tension that had gripped John earlier intensified as he realised his lie lacked any semblance of logic and was on the verge of unraveling. His mind raced, desperately searching for a believable explanation to support his claim that Stephanie wasn't in the office."She's actually not in the office. She's gone for a church charity event, raising funds and donations," John blurted out, the words tumbling from his mouth without forethought."A church donation and fundraising even
John found himself utterly perplexed, his thoughts a swirling tempest that left him grasping for solid ground amidst the tumultuous waves of uncertainty. Standing in silence, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on Stephanie, he felt every nerve in his body tingling with apprehension.The questions racing through his mind seemed to grow louder with each passing moment. Was Stephanie aware of his clandestine conversations with her mother? Could she be intentionally feigning unconsciousness to extract his deepest secrets? The weight of these possibilities bore down on him, threatening to suffocate him beneath their oppressive burden as he gazed into Stephanie's inscrutable eyes."Why the silence?" Stephanie's voice shattered the stillness like a thunderclap, her narrowed eyes boring into John's with an intensity that left him feeling exposed and vulnerable. In that silent exchange, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills, each daring the other to reveal their innermost thoughts and fears.
"What is it?" John inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity as he turned to face Stephanie. He found himself captivated by the intensity of her gaze, which seemed to penetrate deep into his soul, as if searching for something hidden beneath the surface.Stephanie's eyes, wide and luminous, held him in their grasp, each blink sending ripples of anticipation through the air. Her expression was a canvas of conflicting emotions, a mixture of mystery and intrigue that left John eager to unravel the secrets she held within.As he met her gaze, John couldn't help but wonder about the meaning behind Stephanie's intense stare. Was she trying to convey something profound, or was it simply a playful flirtation? The uncertainty only added to the palpable tension that crackled between them, a silent dialogue of unspoken desires and unexplored possibilities.Caught in the web of Stephanie's gaze, John felt a surge of adrenaline course through his veins, his senses heightened by the electric charge
John dialled a cab, anticipation thrumming through him as he embarked on the journey to Miss B's residence. Each passing minute stretched into an eternity, the ticking of the clock echoing the tumultuous whirlwind of thoughts swirling within him. "What mysteries lie behind Stephanie's enigmatic demeanor?" John mused aloud, his voice barely a whisper in the confined space of the cab. His mind buzzed with questions, each one sparking a new thread of curiosity and apprehension.With every mile traversed, the landscape outside blurred into a mosaic of colours and shapes, while John's inner turmoil intensified. His gaze flitted restlessly between the passing scenery and the glowing screen of his phone, where the cryptic initials "GB" taunted him with their elusive significance.Was GB the puppet master orchestrating Stephanie's cryptic behaviour—a shadowy figure lurking in the background? Or perhaps GB held the key to unravelling the intricate web of secrets that seemed to entangle John at
"Mirabel," John exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief as he recognised Stephanie's secretary standing before him, her features momentarily frozen in surprise before hastily composing herself."John," Mirabel echoed, her own shock palpable in the widening of her eyes before she swiftly masked it with a forced smile."You're here too," she remarked, her voice betraying a hint of unease as she attempted to regain her composure. Despite her efforts to appear calm, John could sense the underlying tension in her demeanour, a silent acknowledgment of the clandestine game they found themselves entangled in."Yes, I am. I came to get some things," John replied, his voice laced with tension as he tried to maintain a facade of normalcy in the face of their unexpected encounter. Despite their attempts to feign indifference, an undercurrent of unease simmered beneath the surface, casting palpable tension between them."Okay, I do visit here regularly as well to get things," Mirabel interjected
"Surprises aren't so bad, you know," John remarked with a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips, though his expression belied the weight of the turmoil swirling within him."You're right, they're not." Miss B agreed, her own smile genuine as she welcomed John's unexpected visit. Yet, despite the warmth of their exchange, a palpable silence hung between them, thick with unspoken tension and unresolved emotions."How have you been?" John ventured, breaking the uneasy silence as he closed the distance between them."I've been good," Miss B replied, her tone tinged with concern as she studied John's weary countenance. "I would have asked how you were, but it's evident from the look on your face that you haven't been okay."Her words struck a chord with John, a pang of guilt gnawing at him as he realised the burden he had inadvertently brought upon himself and those around him. Despite his efforts to conceal his struggles, Miss B's keen insight cut through the facade, laying bare t
MARIAIt was the next day, just a day more to the impending doom. It was afternoon and I was really peckish. I crutched on the bed with my legs braced upwards and my right hand rested on my kneecap. My stomach growled with hunger. Since I returned, I found it very hard to vacate my room. I didn’t want to see anyone. I’d call it a life of desolation and chagrin. But at that juncture, I trusted that my intestines would have snipped if I didn’t get food. I stood up from the bed abruptly in my white tee and brown palazzo pants. My hair was scattered but I bothered less about it. I hastily left the room feeling extremely dizzy as though my head was about to fall down. I waltzed down the stairs and hoped that I wasn’t going to see Papà. He was the least person I wanted to see. I felt guilty around him while in the real sense, I was culpable of nothing. I finally entered the kitchen. My eyes met the wolf eyes of two men close to the entrance, one holding a bottle of water while the other f