"First Mission accomplished," Yandel muttered to her hearing rage, sliding further away from her.They were back to their table first with Rachel following closely behind him, she was a bit lost at first, not getting what he meant by "first mission completed" but as she recapped all that just happened few minutes ago, she realized how the public stunt spoke of them, she started to connect the perfectly placed dots that was beginning to show how much of a genius he was. There was a lot of attention that was showered over them hugging, but then again, they were already the talk of the night.The last time she was this popular or received this much attention in a room was back in highschool when she decided to attend her first highschool party as a freshman. Her friends were more than wild, almost savages. They didn't have a single care in the world and they didn't really give two fucks about consequences either. They were a bunch of girls and guys from the same neighborhood with almost

"It's from that cliché ass frame in your office…"Yandel voiced his realization in a low voice. He remembered seeing a frame blue colored with light brown casing with that same writing."Frame?.." Rachel muttered, searching her mind till she remembered a vivid picture of a blue frame directly over her chair."You are right, those were the wordings on the frame above my chair. The creepy caller was sitting on my fucking chair!" Rachel exclaimed.Makes sense why the squeaky background noise in the call sounded familiar, it was from the ridiculously comfortable oak brown office chair in Araceli's office— or my office I guess."You need to call your parents and immediately commit your lawyers and private investigators to this because this is getting more serious than I thought it to be," Yandel let worry crack his cool, well put together persona, completely getting worked up about the voice call record. He didn't even want to overthink the part where he said, "Araceli should avoid him, a

Eventually, he felt himself drop to the ground and watched as the immense ache created black dots around his eyes till he faded out to a silhouette of a man standing over him.The mysterious man had a fox mask on and along with some leather black gloves. The warehouse was one of the mindless properties he bought for fun just to spite a man who picked up a fight with him at a club downtown where his identity was safe. No one knew who he was or what he could do or how much assets he had to his name. How could they, he wasn't the one in fancy slick suits on the front pages of business times after every six months as the Forbes under 30, he wasn't really recognized as any form of threat. Of course he didn't win the bar fight like he thought he would. The man was almost twice his size and topped him off when it came to height too.All he wanted was a peasant to tease and piss off, but the bear looking grazer was already in a pissed mood and ended up pouring his aggression out on him. He

"Oh my God, You guys," Amy rushed to Rachel, dragging her towards the small circle formed by Azariah and his sister, Ricky and his boyfriend.Seems like they got themselves acquainted while Rachel went to handle her personal family problems which was nice, because they have been having fragmented conversations since they were sitting on the same table."Where have you guys been? we have been waiting for ages, like Azariah's sister is so cool and Yes, did I mention we have been waiting for you guys for so long?" Amy belched, giggling a bit before an arm went around her waist holding her tightly against himself, the arm belonged to Azariah as he tried to make her stand upright."Sorry, I think she had a little more champagne than she was supposed to, I didn't think she would be such a cute light head," Azariah apologized, holding Amy against his side. Rachel didn't miss the admiration that radiated in his eyes as he looked at tipsy Amy smile back at him as a blush appeared on her cheek.

"What do you need me to do??" *present*Maya's phone vibrated in her hands again, sending her out from the train of thoughts into reality. The awakening kind of reminded her how much exposed to the night cold she was, she examined her bare arms and or though they looked flawless, she could spot very unattractive goosebumps from the cold. She made a mental note of gathering her shit together and going back inside to join the rest of the event, just after she attends to the man.He had asked her to bring a fingerprint from Araceli, and she definitely thought it was impossible, not until she was able to lay her hands on a glass Araceli had just used to take her breakfast. While no one was watching, she took the glass into a plastic bag she had in her hand bag. She didn't have plastic gloves on her because she wasn't the fucking CIA agent or a fucking forensic, so she used disposable tissue to get it into the bag and took it to the destination he had asked her to bring it to. An old w