whispers from the other side

The Empty spaces

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I will write you so deeply in my words that the one who reads, will beg to see you.
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I sat behind my desk, my eyes scanning the city skyline as I slipped my whiskey. The silence was broken by the ring of my phone. I raised an eye brow, surprised to see my sister's name on the screen.

"Hey, sis," I said, a hint of warmth creeping into my voice.

"Sean, how are you? " She asked, her voice a welcome respite from the darkness that surrounded me.

'I'm good, Emma. Just busy with work," I replied, downplaying the events of the day.

"I worry about you, Sean. You're always so distant, so alone," She said, her concern palpable even across the miles.

"I'm fine, Emma. I promise," I reassured her. "And actually, I'm seeing someone. I'll introduce you soon."

"Really? That's great, Sean! I want to meet him. Is he treating you well? "

I smiled, a rare genuine smile. "Yes, he is. And you'll meet him soon. I'll bring him to visit you."

We chatted for a while longer, catching up on each other's lives. Emma was the only one who didn't see me as the mafia leader, who still treated me like a human being. And my grandma, who passed away when I was just six. She'd been the only one to show me kindness, to make me feel loved.

As we said our goodbye, I felt a pang of guilt for not being able to be more open with Emma about my life. But i pushed it aside, knowing it was for her own protection.

I adjusted my suit Jacket and headed for the door, my mind already shifting to Yibo and the evening ahead. As I walked out of my office, I pulled out my phone and dialed Jackson's number.

"Jackson," I said, my voice firm. "I'm heading out for the day. Take care of the remaining work, and make sure everything runs smoothly."

"Got it, boss," Jackson replied, his voice crisp. "Anything specific I should focus on?"

I thought for a moment, my eyes scanning the lobby below as I straightened my tie. "Just the usual. Keep an eye on things, and make sure our interests are protected. I'll be unavailable for the rest of the evening."

"Understood," Jackson said. "Enjoy your evening, boss."

I hung up the phone and made my way to the elevator, my footsteps echoing off the marble floor. The hum of the elevator was a welcome respite from the chaos of the day, and i felt my tension ease as the door slid open.

Sean's footsteps echoed through the grand foyer of his mansion, his eyes scanning the empty spaces as he called out for Yibo. But there was only silence. He tried Yibo's number, and the phone rang in the room, but there was no answer. A knot of frustration twisted in Sean's stomach as he searched every room, his anger growing with each empty space.

"Where is he?" Sean muttered to himself, his eyes narrowing as he checked Yibo's old room, the kitchen, living room and garden. But Yibo was nowhere to be found. Sean's security team stood like statues, their faces expressionless.

"Have you seen him?" Sean demanded, his voice low and even, but laced with tension.

They shoot their heads in unison, their eyes avoiding Sean's. "No, sir. We haven't seen anyone."

Sean's jaw clenched, his mind racing. Where could Yibo be? He knew he was hiding something, but what? The silence was suffocating, and Sean's frustration boiled over.

"Find him," Sean growled, his eyes blazing with intensity. "NOW."

But deep down, Sean knew it was futile. Yibo seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving Sean with only questions and a growing sense of unease. The shadows in the mansion seemed to lengthen, like skeletal fingers reaching out to snatch Yibo away from him. Sean's heart pounded in his chest, his emotions raw and exposed.

As the search continued, Sean's anxiety simmered, waiting to erupt. He knew Yibo was hiding something, but what? And why was he doing this? The not knowing was eating away at Sean, his mind consumed by thoughts of Yibo's disappearance.

Sean's eyes scanned the room again, his gaze lingering on the spaces where Yibo usually sat Or stood. But there was no sign of him. It was as if Yibo had never existed.

A chill ran down Sean's spine as he realized the truth. Yibo was gone, and he might never come back. The thought sent a wave of panic through Sean's chest, his breath catching in his throat.

He strode back to his room, his mind racing with possibilities. Had Yibo left him for good? Was he in danger? The questions swirled in Sean's head like a vortex, pulling him down into a dark abyss.

Sean slammed his fist on the bed, the sound echoing through the room. He couldn't lose Yibo, not now, not ever. He needed him, wanted him, loved him.

But as he looked around the empty room, Sean knew he might have already lost him. The thought was a knife twisting in his heart, leaving him breathless and bleeding.

Sean's fingers flew across the phone screen, dialing Jackson's number with a mix of desperation and frustration when Jackson answered, Sean didn't hesitate.

"Jackson, find Wang Yibo," Sean barked, his voice low and even, but laced with tension.

There was a pause on the other end of the line. " Who, sir? "

Sean's anger simmered, threatening to boil over. "Wang Yibo, Jackson! Find him! "

Jackson's confusion was palpable. " Sir, I.... I don't understand. Who is Wang Yibo?"

Sean's frustration reached a breaking point. He was beyond angry, his emotions raw and exposed. " WANG YIBO, JACKSON! FIND HIM NOW!"

The line went silent, and for a moment, Sean thought Jackson had hung up on him. But then Jackson's voice came back, laced with caution.

"Sir, did you read the file I put on your desk this morning?"

Sean's anger turned to incredulity. " What file? No, Jackson, I don't have time for files! Find Yibo! "

"Sean, please, just check the file, " Jackson urged, his voice firm but respectful.

Sean's anger boiled over, and he shouted at Jackson, "FIND YIBO, NOW! FORGET THE FILE! "
The line went dead, and Sean realized he had hung up on Jackson. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing mind. But his thoughts were consumed by Yibo's disappearance.
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