Hello Damsel.

BETHEL SAWYER.

I sat at my desk, gazing out the window. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a deep orange glow across the city. I didn't care about the beauty of the sunset, though. My mind was focused solely on my mission. I was a man on a mission, and I would stop at nothing to achieve my goal. I was ruthless, cold-hearted, and calculating. Nothing would stand in my way. As I sat there, waiting for the call that would confirm my success, I felt a sense of calm satisfaction.

As the phone rang, I felt a moment of anticipation. I had no doubt that the voice on the other end would confirm my success. After all, I had put months of careful planning into this mission. I had anticipated every possible outcome, and I was certain that I had covered all the bases. But then, the voice on the other end spoke, The plan had failed, and James was still alive. How could this have happened?

My first instinct was to lash out, to release my frustration and anger. I hurled the phone across the room, watching as it smashed against the wall. Then, I swept my arm across my desk, sending papers and files flying. Everything was in disarray, just like my plans. I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. I had to think clearly, to figure out what had gone wrong. But where to start? There were so many possibilities, so many ways that things could have gone wrong.

JAMES SALVATORE.

I walked out of the hospital, still reeling from everything that had happened. My head was spinning, and I felt like I was in a daze. Diego was waiting for me in the car, and he opened the door for me. I got in, and he started driving.

"Diego, I need you to do everything you can to find them," I said, my voice cold and hard. "I want a payback, and I want it now." Diego looked at me, his eyes filled with understanding. He knew what I was feeling, and he knew what I wanted. "I will do everything in my power to track them down," he said, his voice firm and determined. I nodded.. They had the guts to attack Me!

I sat down on the couch after we arrived at the mansion, exhausted from the events of the day. Layla, My second in charge was staring at me with a worried expression on her face. Diego started to tell her what had happened. "We were at the warehouse, and everything was going according to plan. Then, out of nowhere, these mercenaries attacked us. They were well-armed, and they caught us off guard. We did our best to fight them off, but they were too strong. We barely made it out alive." I could see the concern on Layla's face as she listened to Diego's story.

She turned to me.

"James," Layla said, "are you alright? You seem a bit off."

I didn't answer right away. I just kept staring into space, my thoughts swirling with anger and resentment. Finally, I turned to Layla and said, "I'm not alright. Not even close."

"What's wrong?" Layla asked, concern evident in her voice.

"I need you to do something for me, Layla," I said, my voice filled with urgency. "I need you to help Diego to find out who was behind this. I need to know who did this to me."

"Alright, James," Layla said, her voice firm and determined. "I'll get my scouts on it right away. I won't stop until we find the people who did this to you."

She didn't question me or try to talk me out of it. She knew that this was what I needed, and she was going to do everything in her power to help me. I felt a surge of gratitude and respect for Layla. She was loyal and dependable, and I was lucky to have her by my side.

"Thank you, Layla," I said, and she nodded in acknowledgment.

ALICIA BAILEY.

**I felt a bit reluctant at first. "Are you sure we should go out tonight?" I asked Naomi, who was standing in my living room, all dressed up and ready to go. "I've got work in the morning, and I'm not sure I'm in the mood for a night out."

Naomi just smiled and shook her head. "Come on, Alicia," she said. "You need a break from work. Let's just go out for a couple of drinks and have a good time. You deserve it."

Damn. I knew that Naomi was right.

I knew deep down that Naomi was right. I was stressed and overworked, and I could use a break. So, I nodded and said, "Alright, fine. But just a few drinks and then we're heading home."

Naomi grinned and said, "That's the spirit! Let's get ready and hit the town!"

I sighed, knowing that I was going to regret this in the morning, but I was also a bit excited to just let loose and have some fun.

After series of drinks, we were both drunk. I looked at Naomi who has slept off. Checking the time, it was past midnight and definitely time to go home so I'll get some sleep before heading out to work in the morning.

"Naomi, wake up," I said, shaking her by the shoulder. But she didn't respond. "Naomi!" I said, louder this time. But still, there was no response. I began to get worried. I looked around, trying to figure out what to do, and that's when I noticed a man approaching me.

"Hey, honey," he said, his voice slurring. "How about you and me get a drink?"

I tried to politely decline, but he kept pressing, getting angrier by the second.

"Look, I'm not interested," I said, trying to remain calm. But he just grabbed my arm, his grip tight and threatening. I felt a sense of panic rising within me, and I tried to pull away. But he just held on tighter, pulling me towards him. "Let go of me" I shouted.

Just then, I heard a loud "Hey!" and the man's grip on me loosened. I turned and saw the drug lord standing there, his fists clenched and his face filled with rage. The man turned to face him, clearly surprised.

"You want to let her go," The drug Lord said, his voice low and dangerous. The man hesitated, but then released me and took a step back. He turned to me and said;

"Hello Damsel"