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KALEB WHITE|K3
𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄, 𝐋𝐀|| 12:35 pm
"She's dead," I murmured, sinking into the office chair, feeling the weight of what had just happened.
The boss, always composed, sipped her coffee but her eyes narrowed.
"I told you to find her, not kill her."
I shook my head, trying to clarify. "Her friend Jayda died."
Her reaction was immediate and intense.
"Did you do that?" she shouted, her coffee cup slipping from her grasp and shattering on the floor.
"No," I insisted, my voice steady. "I took care of Desani."
Her expression shifted from confusion to fury. "You mean Jayda Smith?"
I paused, realizing the gravity of the misunderstanding.
As the truth dawned on both of us, she loomed over me, clutching a large knife.
"I'm s—" I started to say, but my words were cut short as she plunged the knife into my throat repeatedly, each strike more vicious than the last.
In those final moments, everything seemed to slow down. Regret, fear, and pain mingled together....
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AURORA MILLER|BOSS
𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄, 𝐋𝐀|| 12:40 pm
I stood over his lifeless body, a cold smile playing on my lips.
The room was eerily silent as I surveyed the aftermath. With a swift motion, I removed his head and placed it on my desk, a grim trophy.
"Made me spill my coffee," I muttered, giving his body a dismissive kick.
I reached into his pocket, retrieving the money he owed me, feeling a sense of satisfaction.
