Opal, a swing jazz singer finds herself in a new town and is ready to continue her life finally free from the chains of her home life. What happens when her initial desire for freedom and happiness turns into something more sinister and dark when sh...
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The day I came back home from Alastor and I's outing, I had completely broken down the second I stepped foot in my door. It was all too much. The way that man towered over me, pushed against me, looked down on me as if I was nothing than a piece of meat. Had it not been for Alastor, im not sure what would have happened. The whole situation gave me Deja vu thinking back to my worst encounter with Ashton.
To make matters worse, after pulling myself together and up from the floor, I go to put away my groceries when a note on my counter catches my eye. Its folded over with my name written on top in blood red ink. Though when upon opening, it said nothing but 'Hello, Gem'
"The fuck is this.." I remember mumbling to myself. My hands grew shaky when I threw it away and the rest of that day, I couldnt shake the feeling of being watched. It's been almost a month since these letters started showing up in my apartment. I've yet to tell anyone because well, Im not in any real danger yet..
Im currently standing in line at the bank, fake check in hand ready to be cashed. For the past week or so, Ive figured out how to embezzle money from the company's bank account. Write a check out in Antonio's name, cash it out at the bank under 'his permission', and get back to wipe the records clean from his office laptop.
"Welcome back, Ms. LaBlanc" The bank teller ive come to know as Greta greets me on the other side of the desk. "Good Morning, Greta. Just cashing in another check for the boss" Id offer her a smile to play off the fact this would be my third time doing this in a month.
"My, what does he do with all this when you bring it back" She laughed and took the check soon stepping away to gather the money needed. Five grand. I've collected a total of 15k now and plan to make this my last time doing this. Greta returns with a yellow envelope and a soft smile. "Here you go sweets. Be safe out there'" She spoke in a slight northern accent. Her brown eyes were comforting, she reminded me of my mother.
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I was in Antonio's office, quickly logging into his bank account to check his recent transactions. I find the latest file that reports the withdrawl he signed for at the bank this morning and delete it. Logging back out and quickly rushing back to my dressing room, that feeling of being watched returns. But looking back over my shoulder, theres no one in the hallway except me.
Upon arrival to my dressing room, I walk in on Valerie setting some dresses on my clothing rack. The air immediately tensed when all she did was look me up and down and prepared to leave. Im not even completely sure what her deal is. Its clear shes suspicious of me now, thats a given. But outside of that she has no lethal proof against me, nor would the situation have anything to do with her. I miss my coworker-my friend, so in attempts to rekindle things, I make her an offer.
