It was past one in the morning when Celia finally arrived at her apartment, the fatigue of the day, fell heavily upon her shoulders. With a weary sigh, she flicked the switches, illuminating her lobby and room, ensuring that the main door was securely locked. Letting her purse slide off her shoulder, she carelessly dropped it onto the nearby couch, its contents spilling haphazardly.
Feeling the need to wash away the weariness, she made her way towards the bathroom, her steps echoing in the silent apartment. As she entered the pristine space, she swiftly discarded her already sweaty clothes into the hamper, eager to embrace the rejuvenation of a cold and relaxing shower. Adjusting the knobs, she selected the perfect temperature, allowing the icy water to cascade over her fatigued body.
Under the cascading water, Celia closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to calm her racing heart and allow her nerves to relax. The sensation of the cold water against her skin was both invigorating and soothing, washing away the day's exhaustion and leaving her feeling refreshed.
Emerging from the shower stall, she wrapped a fluffy towel around her body, absorbing the moisture from her skin. Leaving behind a trail of moist footprints on the clean tiles, she ventured out of the bathroom, her mind already occupied with the tasks that lay ahead. Making her way to the closet, she retrieved her night pajamas, her fingers grazing over the soft fabric. Before slipping into the comfortable attire, she reached for the vanity near the closet, gently applying moisturizer on her face, a ritual that brought her a sense of tranquility.
Satisfied with her appearance, she spared a final glance at herself in the mirror, the reflection of a determined woman staring back. With a resolute nod, she left her bedroom, her steps carrying her towards the lobby where her phone and earpiece awaited. Settling herself on a kitchen bar stool, she retrieved her phone, noting the missed calls and unread emails that had accumulated during her absence.
Her gaze fell upon the screen, revealing 14 missed calls from Warren and 2 from the hospital, accompanied by 6 unread emails and 2 unknown numbers. The curiosity tugged at her, urging her to investigate further. She decided to address the hospital calls first, dialing the number and waiting anxiously for someone to pick up on the other end. The voice of a nurse greeted her, and she inquired about the progress and condition of the person she cared deeply for.
Satisfied with the update, she proceeded to respond to the emails, swiftly typing out replies with practiced efficiency. Just as she was about to move on to the next task, her attention was drawn to the unknown number that had called twice. With a hint of curiosity mingled with caution, she dialed the number, her heart thudding in anticipation.
The call was answered by a composed female voice, polite and professional. "Hello, how may I help you?" she inquired.
"Hello, am I speaking to Celia Ferrari?" the voice asked, a tinge of urgency evident in its tone.
"Yes, you are," Celia confirmed, her curiosity piqued.
"I wanted to know if by any chance you're available for tomorrow's evening. We would like to hire you for a private event, and we are prepared to offer you a generous compensation," the woman explained, her words carrying a sense of purpose.
Celia hesitated for a moment, her mind already filled with plans for the following evening. "I'm sorry, but I have already committed to something for tomorrow evening," she replied, a hint of regret in her voice.
"Ms. Ferrari, we truly desire your presence at this event. Please try to understand," the woman pleaded, desperation seeping into her words.
"May I know who is hosting this event?" Celia inquired, curiosity getting the better of her.
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His Villain
Action"I am merely a performer. I am not a whore or an object to satisfy your desires," tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke. "I don't care," he retorted callously. "Fuck you," she spat, her voice trembling with anger and defiance. "That was precisely...
