"ⒸⒽⒺⓈⓈ ⓅⒾⒺⒸⒺⓈ ⒶⓇⒺ ⓁⒾⓃⒺⒹ ⓊⓅ ⓄⓃ ⓉⒽⒺ ⒷⓄⒶⓇⒹ"

𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠.

𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑒 5 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒.

𝐴𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠...
𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡.

Tℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑.

𝑁𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑤𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒.

𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟. 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒.

𝐸𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒...

ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑛.

🄿🅁🄴🅂🄴🄽🅃 🅃🄸🄼🄴

"Fine....there is no need to fund your idiotic expositions then...."

The young woman asked, clearly frustrated.

She hung up on her client that thought she couldn't run the biggest corporate mall chains in the world.

She could blindfolded.

She slumped in her chair defeated and let her eyes close then rubbed her temple.

"These idiots."

Sydney picked up another piece of paper and started signing a paper to approve a new client.

Her friend Yukia burst in looking happy as she grabbed Sydney's arm and dragged her to her guest room.

"Syd you will never guess who I met!"

"Which C.E.O's son is it now Yuki..."

An exasperated sigh left her mouth as her overjoyed friend started talking.

"No my father actually arranged a date for me with another rich kid and-"

Sydney ignored her rambling and started thinking about her new chain store opening up that she unfortunately had to open.

"Syd are you listening!!"

Yuki's voiced echoed, shocking Sydney out of her thoughts.

"I said there is a party and you should come?"

"Yuki. I swear the only reason I am going is because you always go overboard with talking to guys."

Yuki smiled and left.

"I guess I should find a stupid dress. Yuki would never let me live it down if she knew I wanted to go."

She thought aloud, while walking in her closet. She saw a fancy blue gown she never wore and chose that. She preferred wearing pants or black skirts.

Dresses for meetings were always simple.

She walked out and went back to her office. Her chess board on her mahogany desk had pawns with names on them on her board.

She instantly moved a black pawn to take the white one.

Further impaling it with a miniature sword.

In the distance a scream from a business man that tried to cross the C.E.O can be heard.

A golden glow from her dark brown eyes could of been seen.

"Time for me to go to this meeting...."

she smirked and left the chessboard with a sword on the white pawn.

Yet nobody saw the blood dripping down the white pawns chest.