“I think we should watch Praise more carefully.” Sean offered as he and Mark strolled around leisurely after their morning jog on the grounds of the premium sport club they belonged to. His mouth was shaped into a perpetual frown as he spoke, his hands hidden inside his pocket.
“Whatever for?” Koenig asked, rubbing the sweat off his face with a small towel. “Has she done something?”
Sean looked thoughtful. "No. However I believe she is up to something. Haven’t you noticed she has been somewhat distant since the last volunteer was sent?”
“Yes,” Koenig admitted, pausing. “But I believe that is just a side effect of sending so many people to their deaths. It disturbs me as well sometimes, but it can’t be helped.”
“Maybe, but then again, it may be time to let go of her,” Sean said somberly. “She knows too much.”
“You’re forgetting something Sean. So far, all the people who have gone missing were not related to us, so even if investigations are approved, they cannot be traced to us.” Koenig began, looking at his friend. “But if one of our own staff were to go missing, it could be the beginning of our doom. The others who know about this will definitely talk if the police is involved.”
There was a tone of finality in his voice that Sean did not dare argue with.
“Besides, Praise has been with us a long time and if there were ever a time she could reported us, don’t you think it would have been when you threatened her?” Koenig added, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t be so paranoid Sean.”
“Whatever you say,” Sean drawled as he opened a bottle of water, deciding to let the matter go although he was not quite convinced. Any attempts to talk to Mark now would surely meet a steel wall.
They were on the verge of finishing their third lap around the grounds when they heard a familiar voice calling out to them.
“Mr. Koenig! Mr. Bishop!”
It was Praise, jogging towards them at a gentle pace, although she had ditched her formal wear for tights and a T-shirt.
“Praise!” Koenig's voice was a loudspeaker as he waved her over. “I haven’t seen you here before. Are you a new member of the club?”
Sean just nodded at her disinterestedly.
“Not at all, I came here looking for you two since I know you jog here on Saturdays,” she paused, panting lightly. “There’s something I need to speak to you urgently about. Mind if we sit?”
They all walked to a pair of stone benches, located under the shade of a cluster of trees.
“Is it about No Blessed?” Sean asked impatiently as they sat, giving her a side glance.
“Related to it,” Praise replied. “Yesterday, I was on my way to Mikel’s apartment—”
“And why would you do that?” Koenig cut in half angrily.
“In the event that he kept a diary or journal of some sort,” Praise said coolly. “From his laptop and phone, I noticed that he did not have much of a social life and that was a possibility.”
Koenig recoiled, and gave an uneasy smile by way of apology.
That wasn’t the real reason of course, but Praise wasn’t about to admit she was searching for clues to someone that cared about Mikel.
“I was on my way to Mikel’s apartment, and I ran into his brother Tyler Ark. He was coming out of the apartment,” she said. Sean leaned forward.
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No Blessed ✓
Fantasy- Completed - For Mikel Ark, being offered a job by the world's biggest gaming company is a dream come true, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that will launch his career as a hotshot programmer. But what Mikel hasn't been told is that his employer's...
