“Hey, Sarah! Quick! The devil’s here.”I overheard one of the staff when I walked to my office. And just how superficial human beings are they greeted me with a smile “Good morning, sir.” I continued to walk like I never heard them. Someone knocked on my door. I responded, “Come in.” It’s Annie. “Alexander, your today’s schedule is full.” Told Annie. She’s the only one I permitted calling me by my name in the office. She’s like a sister to me. Likewise, she went on. “That's all for your schedule today. And someone already delivered your red suit in your house. You cannot not go to the party.” 

I was looking intently outside as if I could see the hooded man. I cannot comprehend if I am just imagining things back in that alleyway or not. One thing is for sure, I will never try wandering in the alleyway next time. My entire body is in shock. You know the feeling when you wanted to cry, but you are too numbed to weep? That feeling.  I am not certain if I should trust Alexander. The dude who almost killed me and also the gentleman who helped me. I cannot read this dude. Should I leave? But what if the hooded man was there lurking in the dark waiting for me to go outside? I wished to call Sophia, but I cannot. My battery’s already 35 percent. I cannot wait here any longer. But I am too petrified to go outside. I scanned my contact list. Sadly, there is no one to call for help.  “Heather.” I looked up and saw Alexander. I felt relieved to see him and to hear his voice. Likewise, I know

Brisk walking in heels is indeed a challenge. I have reached my destination, and I was gasping for air. I stopped for a moment to catch some air and the guards of the hotel were looking at me. One guard asked me if I need assistance. I told him I am all right. I entered the hotel and went straight to the front desk to ask where the nearest washroom. Then, I followed the staff’s instruction and found the comfort room. As I looked in the mirror, I said, “you look awful, Heather!” My face all oily and sweaty. The makeup is gone. I think I did my best to freshen up a little. I still have five minutes before the party starts.  I am now at the elevator going up to the 20th floor of the hotel. When I got off the lift, the hallway was quiet. There was a sign that lead to the banquet hall. There was a queue before entering the hall. And for added security measure,

Fuming inside. That's how I describe my emotions now towards this egotistical man and myself. Yes, me. I hate the fact that he was overbearing just because he has a lot of money and POWER. And I resent myself for agreeing to this contract. But the sad and bitter truth is that I really needed this opportunity to gain my goal faster than doing several part-time jobs. Similarly to how the saying goes, “Games are all about taking risks.” The moment I agreed on with the contract was already a risk. All I have to do is play along until the end to win. To be free. I thought. So, I composed myself and my thoughts and words. And replied, “All right.”   Alexander smirked and we were silent again.  A knock on the door interrupted the silence between us.   “Come in”. Alexander with his usual cold tone.   “Sir, we have to get out of the hospital, reporters were already at the entrance.” A broad shouldered man in a

The night has passed, and I was unable to sleep properly. Do not get me wrong, the couch were comfortable enough and way better than my bed, it's just hard for me to sleep when thinking many things.  I checked my phone, and it's already six in the morning. I have unread mails and unread messages. Furthermore, I have checked my mails first. It says that I have paid my personal loan plus its interest fully. My eyes widened, and my heart was jumping.  “Wow” I heard myself muttered this word. The contract is real. I have to be responsible on my decision. I have to be serious on this contract or else, be imprisoned for breaching the contract.  Then, I received an e-mail from the Writer's Luck that says, Dear Miss Russell, This is just an additional instruction from the previous mail we have sent you. Pleas