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8.Plan👥

W I N T E R

“Woah…,” Becky gasps, roaming around Xavier's master bedroom. I am not that surprise because the mansion itself showed the amazing and breathtaking design and structure. So, this was boon to happen.

“I guess we came here to discuss the plan, not watching you both drool,” What does he think he is? I am not even roaming like Becky.

“Excuse me. I am not drooling. Keep your mouth shut and behave if you want to be in the plan,” I say as calm as possible.

“Of course,” He says showing us his perfect white teeth, “Now let's discuss and not waste time.”

“Sure,” I agree, “Who will begin?.. oh Becky you can start.”

We all sit on his coffee table chairs while his maid serves us drinks,”I guess I have to start. I will directly cut to the chase. You have to wait till he come outside, which he always does at 8 sharp. And that is the time you both will go inside to get the tablet. His tablet is-”

“Objection,” Now what? Xavier speaks, “I don't think he is that stupid enough to only store the video on his tablet. He will obviously have back up.”

I guess I should have thought this too.

Becky's expression changes quickly, “I don't know where he keeps his laptops. There are three of them.”

“Shit. Who keep three laptops anyway?” I sigh in frustration.

“There is one laptop that he always become protective of. He didn't even let me touch it,”

“What brand was it of?” I ask growing impatient every second by second.

“I don't know, but it wasn't of Apple like his other two laptop. It was also blue dark in colour,” This is enough to at least identify the laptop.

“Okay…,” I start, “But I have a question? Where does he go at 8 sharp and when does he come back?”

“Oh. He goes to club every night and always ends up sleeping there,”

“Wait, I thought he was a high schooler like us,” My headache becoming severe now.

“He isn't,” Becky says, her eyes at the edge of crying. I quickly engulf her in a tight hug.

“It is going to be okay. We are here with you. What can possibly happen,” I hug her tighter if that is even possible, “Wait! What does he do for a job? You say he is going to club every night. How can he do that while he is working?”

“He doesn't work. I still don't know how he gets t-the lot of money that he have,” Becky says between her silent sobs, “I hate myself for trusting him.”

“Don't. Don't hate yourself, instead be strong and let him regret what he did. That, we are doing by raiding his laptop and proving it to the police. Got that? Now hush… Everything is going to be okay. You trust me, right?” I try to catch my breath after my long talking session. The perks of being an introvert. I do like to talk to myself, but when I talk to strangers I get so restless. That's not the case with Becky. I know her well, a bit, I guess.

I look up to see that Xavier is already staring at us. He comes near us and kneel. He then silently and carefully pats Becky's shoulder.

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Xavier and I were sitting in his car and keeping a careful watch at the house, which look like a bachelor's house. It was now 7:38 and we both were waiting for him to come out of his house.

“Try not to scream in the house and be careful while we are near the house entrance. Try to hide yourself as best as possible. We don't want getting caught by the CCTV, right?” Xavier says, his voice sounding more commanding and serious.

“Okay,” I mumble, only for Xavier to look in my direction with an eyebrow raised.

“You're not going to argue?”

“Of course not. Let's just try not to… joke around. I didn't think you would consider our ranting as arguments,”

“I thought you would consider it,”

“Hmm…” I shift near the window and look outside just to avoid eye contact with him. Today has been a long day. I am stuck to him in the first day of our meeting. I already feel a strong trust and safety radiating from him that I feel scared of.

“We should get to know each other,” I giggle at myself for feeling like I know him before.

“Why?” I ask, being a little alert because he has shifted his attention to me. I look outside to see whether that jerk is coming out.

“Because I want to,”

“Hmm,” I mumble, still keeping my focus at his entrance. Xavier's car is parked in a way that only we can see him, and the darkness helped too.

“I thin-hell he is coming out,” Xavier whisper yell while I watch the devil walking out of the entrance.

Now that's where the game begins.

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