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— 𖤐 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
Peace.
What does this word actually mean? How does it feel? I don't know because I never actually felt it.
Will I ever truly experience it? find it? feel it?
Even when everything's calm around me, the relentless noise in my head, the incessant beeping, the bright lights blinding me in my thoughts, they never fucking stop.
They are always there.
Even now when I sit in my absolutely silent cabin, signing some important papers, the chaos in my head never gives me peace.
When I'm surrounded by lots of noise, the mix of outside sounds and the chaos in my head becomes too much to handle. So, I make sure to at least keep my surroundings calm, peaceful, and quiet.
The damn voices, the noise, that sickening smell, they won't go away. So, I resort to my most practiced skill – pretending that all is fine and calm.
I stick to my perfect routine – wake up, eat, work tirelessly, then sleep.
I try to occupy myself with my flawless schedule for the day to escape the chaos in my head, but it never leaves me.
It's always there like a fucking haunting shadow.
I glance out of my huge french glass window in the office, observing the gloomy clouds enveloping the sky as evening approaches.
I usually leave the office late at night.
The door to my cabin creaks open with a faint sound, even the slightest noise doesn't escape my notice.
My secretary enters, clad in professional attire opting for no heels, only flats because I fucking hate the noise they create.
I always make sure my secretary and new employees know my rules which are communicated by my manager during the hiring process.
Miss Edward, a young woman with glasses, has been working for me for four years. She works hard, and that's why she keeps her job.
Miss Edward quietly gathers the files and documents I completed signing just now, she nods at me professionally before exiting without a word or unnecessary sound.
Those who truly know me are aware that I don't like people talking unnecessarily.
You talk only when it's needed.
Just as I'm about to check my emails, my phone dings with a text message. A frown creeps onto my face as I notice the ominous red dot on my phone screen.
Someone broke into my mansion.
What in the fucking world? Who has the fucking guts to break into Zayran Malik's house?
