THIS IS NOT A COPY! I HAVE WRITTEN THIS BEFORE IN AN OTHER ACCOUNT WITH KOREAN LEADS AND NOW DECIDED TO WRITE THIS.
Both him and her are like parallel lines which are far away from each other. But what if they crossed paths? Her colourful world met...
I paced the room, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. "He thought I would ruin someone's life for his sake? Who does he think he is?" The words echoed in my mind, each syllable a painful reminder of the betrayal I felt.
Escape. The word hung in the air. Could I really break free from this suffocating grip? I needed a plan. "I will observe the security and the house for a day and make a run," I decided, determination coursing through my veins.
I lay down on the bed, but I find it hard to close my eyes and sleep. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of the curtains, seemed to mock my situation. The weight of my decision pressed down on me, but I refused to let fear paralyze me.
Morning brought a renewed sense of purpose. I dressed quickly, choosing attire that would allow for swift movement. It looked like gym outfit.
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The tension in the air was palpable as Linda greeted me with a cheerful "Good Morning." I mustered a strained "Good Morning" in return, my nerves already on edge.
Linda's perceptive gaze didn't miss my obvious discomfort. "Is something wrong? You look tense," she asked, her concern genuine.
I hesitated for a moment, crafting a lie to conceal the true source of my anxiety. "Nothing... It's just I have to face him again," I replied, my voice betraying my unease. While I was indeed terrified of him, my mind was consumed by thoughts of escape.
Ignoring Linda's probing gaze, I quickly changed the subject. "Is breakfast ready? I'm starving," I deflected, hoping to steer the conversation away from my inner turmoil.
Linda's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she glanced at my attire. "Don't you have to change?" she questioned, clearly puzzled by my choice of clothing.
I forced a laugh, masking my discomfort. "Nah! This is my outfit for today. Isn't it comfortable?" I replied, my tone a poor attempt at nonchalance. Linda's skeptical expression only fueled my anxiety, but thankfully, she didn't press further.
As we entered the dining room, relief washed over me when I realized Mr. Gangster, Willy, and Finn were nowhere to be seen. "He went out for some stuff," Linda explained, her words a balm to my frayed nerves.
"When is he coming back?" I inquired, desperate for any information that might aid in my escape plan.
"I think after two days. I heard Finn and Willy's conversation," Linda replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Linda's attempt to reassure me fell flat. "You don't need to be tense around our boss unless he's in a bad mood, which he mostly is in," she remarked casually, but her words only served to heighten my apprehension.
As we sat down to breakfast, I tried to focus on the food, praising Linda's cooking in an effort to distract myself. But my mind was elsewhere, already plotting my next move.
After breakfast, I seized the opportunity to ask Linda to show me around the house. Despite her initial skepticism, she obliged, leading me on a tour of the mansion. I made mental notes of every detail, mapping out potential escape routes in my mind.
