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I stared hard and long at the folder that contained our assumed stalker Nabi. As Azrael had said, her real name was Hannah Wellston. She would be twenty-eight years this year and her portfolio wasn’t exactly impressive nor the company’s standard but she worked as an intern and her weekly reports were actually very pleasant.

She was pretty without a doubt with the sweetest smile almost like a child that it was almost hard to believe she was someone mentally unstable.

In terms of relative, both her parents were alive, betas. She has a younger brother and an elder sister as well; sadly, the only address written was her parents and I’m honestly sure no sane parent would give their address to a stranger especially one who couldn’t tell a believable lie.

I sighed before I heard the door open and hid the folder quickly in my bag because I didn’t want Ben to know. He tends to be too much of a worrywart than me.

“Welcome home babe.” I said as I kissed Ben at t