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Chapter Forty One

As the soles of my boots crushed the flaky snow beneath my feet, I let out a cold and harsh breath, taking a gander at the tall corporate building in front of me.

Even though it was the middle of the year, Mom had recently gotten into a bad mood after Papa tried to attempt to prank her when she came home after a pro-normality man threw a bucket of water at her on her way to a job interview. It pissed her off so much that the second she opened the door, a perfectly-timed thunderstorm started, with lightning striking just off the horizon behind her. The weather being messed up was due to her mood swings.

Even with the weather, I had a plan to pull through with. I had earbuds on, with the wire slipping through my weighted hoodie and into my phone. Along with that, I wore a pair of black leggings to match, and leather combat boots were on my feet. However, I was dressed up for a particular reason. Today wasn't going to be a normal day for me. My eyes lingered on the giant blue words that hung over the entrance of the corporate building, but they were meaningless to me as I entered.

Parallel Productions.

The only reason someone had ever called me by my mother's surname was because they acknowledged my strength and proposed a sort of challenge.

It started in second grade, at the age of seven, when a little boy taunted me and called me "Meredith Faun" because he didn't believe my father's last name represented how powerful I was. As a seven-year-old who was always close to Papa, I slapped him across the face and pushed him to the ground after what he said. Mom and Papa started to train my attributes after that day, when I accidentally wielded my Music attribute in front of everyone and scared a few other children. However, that day wasn't special because I beat someone up.

That day was the day I received just as much publicity as my parents did, and received "Meredith Faun" as an alter ego, such as the one Papa told me that Mom had whenever it was his turn to tell me bedtime stories. He said she was just as strong as Mom was, just as beautiful, and just as wickedly cool.

As a result, I embraced Meredith Faun as a powerful title.

But I didn't expect it to come down to this.

As soon as I stepped foot inside, I could feel the tension in the air was thick, which I suspected to be from the staff concerned on their future careers now that Parallel was no longer streaming. There was soft murmurs here and there, but the music in my ears drowned them out as I walked over to the front desk. Eyes immediately landed on me, and I could tell the security guards were eyeing me with suspicious gazes. I turned my head the littlest bit, my eyes staring right back at them. They looked away.

A lady wearing a white blouse and a black pencil skirt was at the front desk, and I assumed she was an unlucky intern by the look on her face. She's probably just as upset as her coworkers that Parallel is shutting down. I noticed her eyeing me too, just as suspiciously as the security guards. It suddenly reminded me about what I was there for.

"What can I help you with?" She asked before I could say anything. I was little startled by her stone-like voice, because her appearance was more bubbly than anything.

I suppose observation skills can't get past that.

"I'd like to meet with the creator of the game Parallel," I responded, shoving my hands into my pocket as an earbud fell out, letting me listen carefully. Footsteps are above me, which means someone is definitely active. He is active. The lady was about to say something, but I leaned over to her with my eyes glowing intensely, whispering, "Also, just so you know, the whole 'he isn't present' or 'he isn't currently available' won't fool me. I can hear him breathing and footsteps right now, so don't try to trick me into leaving."

She blinked at my words, and I gave her a bittersweet smile, trying to appear casual to others around us so they wouldn't suspect anything dangerous around. The look of shock when I told her what I could hear made me almost want to laugh aloud, but I kept it in. She very quickly changed her expression to one of serenity, yet a calamity was brewing in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, kid," she spat lowly, and I noticed her use of unprofessional language. "Look, I don't know who you are, but you better tone that attitude down before I do it for you. You clearly don't have an appointment with the boss." She pointed a pen at me with a fiery look, as to which I replied with a smug smirk as she continued, "And besides, you're probably just another one of those bratty little kids that want to complain about the game shutting down. So, I suggest you take your childish outbursts somewhere else before I get security to handle you."

She's got a kick of confidence in her today to be speaking like that to a possible consumer. How odd.

I let out a short laugh at her little rant, snickering as she glared at my amused reaction. My hand slammed down on the desk abruptly, making her jump a little in her seat, and I gave her an evil smile.

"You don't understand the situation at hand, blondie," I said lowly to her, my eyes glowing in a menacing manner as the borderline psychotic smile on my face widened. "Consequences will be made if you don't let me see him." She visibly froze as panic settled in. I leaned over a little more, letting my head hang next to hers as I whispered in her ear, "I might be a kid to you, but this kid can sure as hell kill."

The phone suddenly interrupted us as I pulled away from her, my hood hiding the glowing eyes on my face as my smile became even more bittersweet towards her. With a trembling hand, the terrified intern picked up the phone, putting it to her ear.

"H-Hello?" She stuttered out, her widened eyes still lingering on me.

"Let her in."

My mind suddenly blurred at the familiar voice, and I felt my fists in my pockets clench tightly. Him... William Kei.

The intern suddenly freaked out, saying, "B-But, sir! S-She doesn't have an appointment—"

The call ended on a dead note, the dial tone ringing in a long line.

"So, what's your plan to kick me out now, blondie?" I asked in a threatening tone, smiling at her.

It took a moment before she put the phone back in its place. Her eyes were on me, alarmed and frozen in her spot at my suddenly fear-inducing presence. "G-Go upstairs to the second door..." she whispered out quietly, shaking in her seat as she held a pencil in her hand. "I'll need a name to write down for the appointment records..."

"A name?" I repeated, taken aback. For a second, I hesitated to give my name to her, but an idea came to mind. I spun on my heels around to peer at the elevator, smirking maliciously at my thoughts as I said, "Write down the name Meredith Faun for me, darling."

A/N

HI. AUTHOR HERE.

THIS CHAPTER IS THE BEST CHAPTER I HAVE EVER WRITTEN IN MY OPINION BECAUSE

MEREDITH

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THANKS OKIE BYE