"What the fuck? What the hell is five hundred dollars doing in this suit?" John exclaimed in shock. His eyes stared dimly and widely at the money in his hand, which had fallen out of the suit he held."What, five hundred dollars?" Miss B asked, on the other hand, her mind rolling with different thoughts as to what was going on.John stared at the money, confused as to why Stephanie would add that amount of money to the suit and that too without telling him, and she didn’t tell him she had placed such a large amount in the suit. What was she trying to play with him? The same person had told him that she wouldn’t be able to give him more because she doesn’t run a charity organisation, and then all of a sudden this amount? There was surely something blowing up that John was yet to know."John!" Miss B snapped at the other end, as John was too caught up with what was before him. "What is going on? Why are you all silent? Are you fine?" Miss B bombarded John with a lot of questions as her

"I have seen him a couple of times with Mr. Jeffery, but I really don't know who he is, though." Ryan's words kept echoing inside John's head while he strolled into the office.He just felt that there was something between Jeffrey and the unknown person that Ryan had mentioned. Did he have a connection with the person sponsoring Stephanie, or was that a different matter altogether? Numerous thoughts flooded John's mind as he slowly walked up to the company's grand door, his face pale with worry evident on his visage.As soon as he entered the office, everyone's attention turned towards him. They always stared at him in a disdainful manner, as he always wore the same suit. Though Stephanie hadn't given him any urgency to get a new suit, he had yet to acquire one."Here we go again," John muttered to himself, shaking off the sweat that covered his forehead after trekking and burning calories that he didn't even have."Good day, Boss," one of John's former workers greeted him as she walk

John carefully checked on Stephanie to confirm that she was indeed fast asleep. He approached her, gently lifting her face and testing the slackness of her hand."Perfect," he muttered, a small smile creeping onto his face. As he looked at Stephanie, now vulnerable in her slumber, he couldn't help but imagine her as the same woman who had been so aggressive and insulting towards him. The thought crossed his mind that he could end it all right then and there, but he quickly pushed the notion aside.Turning away from Stephanie, John hurried to the vault and removed the Monalisa frame from the wall. He stared at the vault, his mind racing as he tried to decipher what the pin might be. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he grappled with the pressure of the situation."What the fuck is the pin?!" John muttered to himself, frustration evident in his voice as he paced around, his fingers digging into his head in frustration. He had exhausted every possible combination he could think of, includin

John found himself utterly perplexed, his thoughts a swirling tempest that left him grasping for solid ground amidst the tumultuous waves of uncertainty. Standing in silence, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on Stephanie, he felt every nerve in his body tingling with apprehension.The questions racing through his mind seemed to grow louder with each passing moment. Was Stephanie aware of his clandestine conversations with her mother? Could she be intentionally feigning unconsciousness to extract his deepest secrets? The weight of these possibilities bore down on him, threatening to suffocate him beneath their oppressive burden as he gazed into Stephanie's inscrutable eyes."Why the silence?" Stephanie's voice shattered the stillness like a thunderclap, her narrowed eyes boring into John's with an intensity that left him feeling exposed and vulnerable. In that silent exchange, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills, each daring the other to reveal their innermost thoughts and fears.

John dialled a cab, anticipation thrumming through him as he embarked on the journey to Miss B's residence. Each passing minute stretched into an eternity, the ticking of the clock echoing the tumultuous whirlwind of thoughts swirling within him. "What mysteries lie behind Stephanie's enigmatic demeanor?" John mused aloud, his voice barely a whisper in the confined space of the cab. His mind buzzed with questions, each one sparking a new thread of curiosity and apprehension.With every mile traversed, the landscape outside blurred into a mosaic of colours and shapes, while John's inner turmoil intensified. His gaze flitted restlessly between the passing scenery and the glowing screen of his phone, where the cryptic initials "GB" taunted him with their elusive significance.Was GB the puppet master orchestrating Stephanie's cryptic behaviour—a shadowy figure lurking in the background? Or perhaps GB held the key to unravelling the intricate web of secrets that seemed to entangle John at