"I appreciate you coming forward with the details," she said, displaying her professionalism. "May I ask who is this Person who is causing you trouble?" "I'd rather not disclose too many specifics," I replied, remaining tight-lipped. "For the time being, I need you to perform a background check and monitor their communications for any suspicious activity." "That's perfectly understandable," she assured me, remaining composed. "I'll perform the background check and inform you of the results. Is there a specific time frame that you need the information by?""I need it as soon as possible" I replied her."I understand that this is a sensitive matter, and I will strive to complete the background check as quickly as possible," she assured me. "However, I can't guarantee that I'll have the results within a specific time frame. The more information you can provide, the faster I can complete the task." "I'll send you the details I have on this person as soon as possible," I responded, appr
"It's nothing, I was just being concerned," I lied, feeling my heart race as I pressed my lips together, attempting to hide the unease. Her eyes bore into mine, searching for any signs of deception. The tension in the air grew heavier, making it difficult to move or speak. Desperately, I grasped for something, anything, to diffuse the sudden strain between us. In a feeble attempt to break the tension, I let out a scoff, hoping it would dispel the awkwardness. As if on cue, I caught sight of Clinton approaching, a sudden wave of relief washing over me. Taking a deep breath, I gathered what little composure I had left. "Hi Clinton," I greeted him, my voice managing to remain steady as we exchanged pleasantries. "I am good," he replied, sitting on the chair beside Nathalie. His eyes were bright with excitement as he spoke. "So what would you like to take?" he asked cheerfully, a playful tone in his voice. I couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiastic demeanor. "I wondered when the
"What exactly has happened?" Mike asked, looking at me for further information. "Mr Smith has changed location, and we have managed to find out his current address. We need to reach there before he did something bad again. It's a race against time," I responded, as we raced through the streets. "What do you think is Mr Smith motivation?" Mike asked, his eyes glazed with worry. "I'm afraid we won't know until we meet him.Standing outside the place Alicia had mentioned, I anxiously awaited the arrival of the police. The building loomed before me, shrouded in an air of uncertainty. Its imposing facade reflected the gravity of the situation, reminding me of the importance of not entering alone. I couldn't help but wonder what Mr. Smith had in store, his intentions remained a mystery. All I knew for certain was that today was the day he would be apprehended. He couldn't elude justice any longer or tamper with the progress I had made. Mr. Smith belonged behind bars - it was where he t
As I approached, I could see that Mr. Smith was struggling to break free, but the detective's grip was firm. I handed him the handcuffs, and he quickly put them on Mr. Smith. "You have the right to remain silent," the detective said, reading Mr. Smith his Miranda rights. Mr. Smith just stared at the ground, refusing to speak. The detective turned to his boy. "Can you get me a statement from Mr Stephen?" He nodded, his eyes narrowing as he moved closer to me. His expression held a mixture of determination and caution, as if he was sizing me up, trying to gauge my intentions. "Can you follow us to the station?" his voice was steady, but there was an underlying sense of urgency in his tone. "Sure, I'll join you guys later," I replied, my own voice tinged with a hint of skepticism. As Mr. Smith turned back, a sudden burst of laughter erupted from him, causing the place to fill with the sound of his derisive amusement. "Don't think you have won," he said through a confident smirk,
"You know, I had requested a moment with both you and your husband as there was something I had noticed about her. It's important that you are extremely cautious around her. She has experienced some brain damage, so it's crucial to be mindful of the things you say in her presence. It's best not to push her to remember certain things, as she has forgotten quite a bit. However, for now, she seems to be doing alright, apart from the tragic loss of her baby and womb. The extent of the brain damage may not be apparent at this moment, but you might discover it later," the doctor explained. Overwhelmed with sympathy, I blurted out, Damn! She lost her baby, I feel so sorry for her. Even though the baby wasn't mine, I still can't help but feel a deep sense of sadness for her." Curiosity overcoming me, I asked. "Is she awake? "Yes, she is currently in her ward," Mrs. Clinton responded, and I silently acknowledged her response with a nod.I turned to the doctor, eager for more information. "
A sly smirk formed on my lips, conveying the satisfaction of knowing that he had underestimated my true capabilities. It was clear that he still saw me as the old Stephen, unaware of the power I now held. A mocking laughter danced across my face, implying a sense of superiority. "Are you curious to know?" I asked, my voice betraying a hint of vulnerability, intentionally toying with him. "I guess you shouldn't worry, Mr. Clinton," I continued, my tone cool and composed. "We are in a hospital after all. Let's maintain our demeanor and not behave like rascals." I walked back to Susan's bedside, where she lay, and took her hands delicately in mine. Rubbing them gently in an attempt to comfort her, their warmth spreading to my own hands."I know you must be feeling incredibly sad about the loss of your baby," I said gently, offering my sincere condolences. "But please try not to worry. Everything is going to be alright. I think I should take my leave for now, but I will check on you la
"Do you think that's what it is?" The voice quivered slightly, uncertainty weighing heavy in his words. He stood by the window, gazing out at the familiar street below. The fading daylight cast long shadows on the pavement, mirroring the persistent doubts that now clouded his mind. For a moment, he fell into a deep introspection, his brows furrowing as he grappled with the realization that had just been dropped upon him. The room around him felt cramped and stifling, the atmosphere thick with unspoken emotions. He had never allowed himself to contemplate this possibility before, and now it loomed over him like an uninvited guest. As Stephen searched for answers amidst the silent chaos of his thoughts, he absentmindedly clenched and unclenched his hands. The weight of the truth settled heavily upon him, and a flicker of regret tinged his confession. How had he missed the signs, the subtle hints that now seemed glaringly obvious? The phone lay before him, an object of both connection
"Fûck!" I exclaim in frustration, my anger bubbling up at the sight before me. The sheer absurdity of it all leaves me astounded. I refuse to let this setback weigh me down. I know deep down that I am stronger than the person responsible for this mess. No, I won't give them the satisfaction of seeing me falter. As I contemplate my next move, the thought of informing President Karen crosses my mind. Yet, doubts start to creep in. Will involving her be the right choice? Could it potentially cause more harm than good? Uncertainty gnaws at me, pushing me away from seeking her assistance. Just as I'm lost in my thoughts, my ringing phone abruptly interrupts the heavy silence in the room. A mix of surprise and relief engulfs me as I see Alicia's name on the caller ID. Ah, Anita... the one person who helped me catch Mr. Smith. I should have called her sooner to express my gratitude. "Hey," she greets me playfully from the other end. "I was expecting you to call and thank me, but you didn