(ᶜᵒⁿᵗⁱⁿᵘᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐⁱᵈⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ)

"Done," I whisper yell, smirking at my goal and looking at Jason who is busy sleeping. I roll my eyes at his disheveled manner. However, the post mine and that too exactly at 12am made me proud of my responsibility. Suddenly, my thought drifts back to the night where we had taken those women.

"Jason," I pat his cheek lowly making him groan. He swats my hand away and starts to take light snores. I sigh and slowly bring my mouth close to his ear and shout. "Jason."

He wakes up startled and examines his surrounding. He then looks at me while I smile innocently. "Geez woman, are you trying to turn my ear deaf?"

I roll my eyes at his over-dramatic ass but don't say anything about it. "The task is finished."

"Good, and now I can sleep." He again plops down on the couch but I pull him to his earlier position. He groans. "Now what, Phoebe?"

"What about those women we found in that club?"

He squints his eyes and then sighs. "Oh they, they were examined and after proper food and clothing we tried to send them to their own respective houses which we did but some of the guardians refused to take them so we had to keep them and make them stay under our territory."

I nod my head and glance at the calendar held against the wall. "Tomorrow is Sunday which means it's a holiday. We will go and I want to talk to them."

He turns his head at such a speed that I am afraid he will probably break it but thankfully he didn't. "No."

"What, no?"

"No, you can't go."

I roll my eyes. "Don't worry I won't carry any piece of gadgets with me which will expose my location."

"Yet, no."

I look at the pen in front of us and take it speedily. I pull back his hair in a rough way and insert the pen into his mouth quickly. "I am your fucking boss, Jason. So, when I say I will go, I will. Understand?" I use the last word in a baby voice.

He can't say anything except to only nod his head. I smirk while pulling out the pen and keeping it in its earlier position. I stand up and stretch my arms. "Good morning."

With that, I walk toward my room to sleep. I plop down in my bed and my eyes soon closed to accept the deep slumber. Where were you?

∞

We reach the office since I have been ignoring Stephan since morning. I bump into someone. "I am sorry."

"It's okay, Ms. Weaver." Ms. Weaver?

I stop and turn back looking for the owner who told me. "I am sorry but I am Ms. Holland."

He too turns back and smirks. "History is going to repeat, Weaver." With that, he quickly gets blended among the crowd. I rushed toward his location, looking everywhere but couldn't find the person.

"Phoebe." Theo rushes toward me. I roll my eyes agitated to rectify him the hundredth time for saying my name as Georgia.

"Georgia." I fold my arms. He scratches his neck and mumbles, "Sorry."

"Better." Ordering people is my ultimate goal but guess after capturing the culprit.

"By the way, who was that person?"

I shrug again landing my eyes everywhere.

"Someone called me Ms. Weaver."

"Oh."

"Yes oh, and let's go." Wow, it rhymed.

"Also find who is the Weaver family?" History is going to repeat, Weaver.

I can't just leave unbothered not even a single thread of ounce and bounce will be left over, not when Phoebe is here.

∞

"No, no, I don't get it... I want my share Stephan or else..." The voice stops at the screeching sound of the door.

"Eavesdropping is bad for health, Ms. Holland." I roll my eyes and enter saying, "Good morning, sir."

I look at the man who is a pure stranger to me. "I came here to grab the file of Sebastian Pisano. So, Can I?"

He moves aside and gestures with his hand for me to grab it. Wow, what a formality!

"Oh and sir the painting." I give him the painting and walk out of the cabin with the file but not before hearing, "You will pay for it."

∞

"Hello, this is your favorite news reporter, Rita Saint and we are going to grab the most viewed online video posted by an anonymous person. The video is entitled 'Happy Birthday Antonio.' The blunt act provides how the person behind the camera is sick-minded and he needs some therapist. It looks like Killer isn't a sadistic bastard but this man too is. So, let's watch what he posted."

The video starts while I sit back munching French fries least bothered about the scene. One thing I like about this bitch is, that she is right. I am sadistic and that's what makes me the part of the brutal world where from chopping to cementing is done by us. The voice changer turned my voice to male. I sigh dump the packet inside the bin and start working on the drawings.

"Oh my God, who is that sadistic bastard?" One of the employers asks.

That's a wrong gender, it's a bitch. Sadistic bitch. I smirk and again continue focusing on my work, the sides of the flower petal literally catch my eyes. I close my lids for a while and again reopen focusing on its other parts rather than the petals.

"As if this world couldn't get any better without that fucking Killer now we have another one. Wow, just wow." I chuckle and shake my head again engaging my mind in the part of the art.

"What are you doing in the place of Theo?" I look up to see Stephan looking at Jason folding his arms bulging out his workout session. Oh Gosh! I too have to go to the gym. My fats are coming out sideways.

"Tell me." He growls snapping me out of the thoughts of going to the gym.

"Sir, due to the absence of Theo, I don't want to let his salary be cut off so I just took the initiative of being the substitute for a while."

He glances momentarily at me and then back before I can take any sight of him looking at me. "Fine." He says much to my surprise but I don't look up already knowing the rough eyes penetrating my skull.

"Guess someone is whipped for you, Ms. Holland." I clutch the handle of the drawer tightly turning back and giving a tight smile to Lorenzo. What is his problem?

"What do you want, Mr. Regio?" Again getting engaged in my work after pulling out a new black gel pen from the drawer to color the shaded region of the stems.

"Oh close those formalities, by the way, I heard you were being kidnapped?" I lift up my brows.

"Hmm."

"Just hmm?"

"And after that hmm I will drag you out of this office and shift you two to the hummingbird and both of you will hmm together." I chuckle lowly at the statement given by Stephan.

I peer through my lashes where he openly launches his emotion that somehow melts me at the scene of it and it is jealously.

Oh, Stephan, what are you doing?

"Sorry." Lorenzo scoots back to his stiff position.

"Only sorry, Mr. Rain?" He asks.

"Regio, it's Mr. Regio."

"Yeah yeah, so what should be after sorry Ra- I mean, Mr. Regio?"

"Sorry, sir?" He seems confused about what to say.

"Hm, better and as for your punishment for bothering other staff you are allowed to work on the ground floor."

"Wh- Yes sir."

"Good. Any more questions?"

"No sir." With that, both of them dispersed to their own business while I smile at his childish act.

"And, Ms. Holland?" I quickly look up.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Nothing, just don't let me be the one to drive away from the flies who want to suck the nectar which belongs to mine." With that, he walks away leaving me confused.

"Do you know what he says?" I look at my adjacent partner Dana. Yup, I am not in my cabin. Due to the responsibility of the zentangle slot, I grabbed four of them which includes me and we chose to start from today onward for which I had to meet certain hooligans out there.

I shake my head. "He is possessive of what he owns." And then I replay what he told me and I somehow seem flush.

Wait wait wait. Hella wait. When the fuck did you turn from Badass to pussy?

No Phoebe, get a grip on yourself. Remember what you have come for? Simon.

My brother.

My grip tightens around my pen. I inhale and exhale trying to calm down my nerves.

I turn to look at Dana. "Thanks for the explanation." She looks at me and smiles.

"You're welcome." I smile back and again continue to work.

"By the way why isn't Theo present?" I pause and turn to look at her.

"And why do you need to know that?" I just wish I wasn't too harsh to her but I guess I am always straightforward.

Too straightforward I guess.

There comes my conscience to talk to me. Shut up!

"Oh, I am sorry if I bothered you." The way she looks down and plays with the hem of her skirt feeling embarrassed, I quickly feel bad for my behavior.

"Hey, I am sorry." She quickly looks up and smiles.

"And about Theo?" I tease back when her eyes lit up listening to his name and her face flushed makes me feel damn girl, you are so lucky.

Small things for them are like diamonds in minestrone while for us it's still a lump of coal. The contentment and serenity that passes through their face for the small amount of happiness make me jealous. Why? Just why can't I once for a while too feel like spread my arms, close my eyes with a wide smile plastered on my lips and breathe the side of new wash of waves of freedom in my life.

I wish just once...just once I want to drop down the hard look of myself and showcase my vulnerability of mine one day. I just wish once just once I want a little taste of normalcy in my life. I know I am asking for an oasis where instead of dessert there is blood everywhere and I am the nomad grasping for the water as freedom.

The word customary is like after the shed of blood the sign of no remorse plasters inside our soul. We are dark too dark and if anyone like Dana enters our life she will be forever stuck inside the dark, she knows exactly where the door of freedom is and survival stays but is too naive to open it only to slash her to death.

Talking to Dana seems like a pleasant surprise to me, a surprise where normal life is what they depend least bothered that above the ceiling lies the sharp cliffhanger which anytime will lose only to fall upon her destroying the whole sanity of hers in the world. Where everyone pretends to survive in normalcy but instead they are tied with indebted illegal people like us. Too bad, we are monsters acting like normal people but in reality, we know we are damaged beyond repair.

Surprise for us will be when we die with a huge smile plastered upon us and a thought to remember We died doing something... something worthy of.

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"𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐."

~𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚋𝚎 𝚈𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚢

I thought of holding a small conversation with you all in my Instagram and I hope you do respond to me and let me tell you I do feel sometimes I am writing and replying this to myself. I laugh at the outstretch of little connection we hold between us. I don't know what to expect yet now I believe that one just one day the tables turn and you get the stamina of voting and commenting in my book.

I hope I can dream of that day. Needless to say and paste the same parts to vote and comment wake up and do feel the privilege of voting and commenting. People who really needs those thoroughly misses the opportunity and don't worry *laughs knowing that no one is reading this part* me too is there.

Till then I would like to say Stay safe and healthy.
Love.
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