Sitting in her office, Ramona buried her head in her hands, her thin shoulders trembling uncontrollably. Time ticked on, relentless and indifferent. The room was deathly silent, as if she were a ghost, or not there at all.
After what felt like an eternity, she lifted her head. Her face, though heavily made up, was a ghostly white. Her eyes were a mix of chaos and venom. “Maybe I should just…” She thought. In for a penny, in for a pound.
Today, for a rare change, Niamh and Jonathan were apart. An important project at the Thomas Group had demanded Jonathan’s personal attention, leaving Niamh to inspect a school funded by the NJ Group on her own. She had bodyguards with her, of course.
Towards the end of her inspection, her phone rang. She thought it was Jonathan, but the screen showed an unknown number. “Hello?” she answered tentatively. A long, heavy silence met her from the other end.
Just as Niamh was about to hang up, assuming it was a wrong number, a voice finally broke through. “Ms. Rivers, it’s me…” Niamh paused for a second. The speaker’s tone suggested they knew each other, but she couldn’t place the voice. “And you are…?” “It’s Wade.”
Just as Niamh was considering whether to call him back, she received a contact request on WhatsApp. The name read ‘Wade’. She accepted, and a message instantly appeared: 10 PM. Capital River Pier. Come alone. The words practically radiated danger. But Niamh just shrugged and smiled. Wade contacting her today… this could be a very good sign.
Niamh worked through the rest of the day, fielding several calls from Jonathan. “I’m not Marlin, you know. You don’t have to worry so much!”

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