in her head for as long as she could remember, she surveyed the surroundings, and h

was, or wasn't in her room, and not Marley's, where could she be? “You snore and talk in your

his hands fixed on his phone, he always das ones. “Get ready, you would be li

he said in a low tone, “ how dare you!” she tossed her pill

e thought to herself, as she surveyed the room again, she had wanted a way to be close to the culprit to

es were still on her feet, her hair held on a tight ponytail, he didn't even t

searching a room the size of a palace, how can one person live here, with this much space h

plain, with light tracings on them, some were partially burnt, weird, she notices his closet, i

a huge closet came into view it was filled with all-black suits, sleeves, and countless black hoes. It was lik

e always had black aviator glasses on. I bet no one has ever seen his eyes, in the intern

than just a drug dealer he was the devil himself, who wears black all through

oked and felt like it was getting darker as she walked further, then she saw

each other, it was half burnt, and taken in black and white meaning its a vintage picture, a small boy st

id of it, this ruthless and cunning man might have a spot for his family, Claire ran her hands over the curves

s, the only thing stuck in her head were that of her childhood nightmare, when s

happen for a reason, and the pain was just there to sculpt her to who

needed to cool steam, she strode towards the bathroom, stripping herself o

ission. She needed to ace it, she always does, after the long and body soothing shower she wrapped her

black loose pants she had found, and a black sleeve from the wooden hanger from the clos

tect her life, and also not blow her cover, and then everything went blank, Claire ru

er, furious at the sight before him, she gulped hard as they faced each other. “You can't bring

t Claire had a mission to complete. “Well, I am homeless