8:30 A.M. – The Truth Lurks Beneath
The day started like any other. The elevator doors opened, and I stepped out onto the sleek, polished floors of Oblivion Holdings Inc., my new reality. The hum of productivity surrounded me, but the weight of what I'd been learning in the past few days felt suffocating. The company was involved in far more than just business. And I was starting to see the darker side of it.
My hands trembled slightly as I made my way to Diablo's office. I was no longer just an assistant. I was part of the operation now — a trusted player in something far more dangerous than I could have imagined.
As I entered his office, Diablo didn't even look up. He was busy with something on his desk, something I didn't want to know about.
"Clark," he said, his voice smooth and cold. "I have a task for you. One that requires discretion."
I gulped, the knot in my stomach tightening. "What's the task, sir?"
He turned around slowly, his red eyes gleaming. "There's a certain client who has become... problematic. They've been dealing with matters we can't allow to continue. I need you to handle it. Quietly."
My heart skipped. I wasn't sure what "handling" meant in Diablo's world, but I knew it wasn't going to be pretty.
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10:00 A.M. – The Task at Hand
Later that morning, I found myself standing in front of a nondescript building, a place I had never seen before. My instructions had been clear: deliver the message. But as I walked toward the entrance, a shiver ran down my spine. The air around me felt different here — heavier. Darker.
Inside, I was led to a small, dimly lit room where I found two men sitting at a table. They didn't look up as I entered, but I could tell they were waiting for me.
"You're Clark, right?" one of them asked, his voice gravelly.
"Yes," I replied, my mouth dry.
He motioned for me to sit. "Diablo sent you, didn't he?"
I nodded, my palms sweating. "He wants you to stop your operations," I said, trying to sound confident. "You've overstepped, and if you don't comply, things will get... messy."
The two men exchanged a glance. "And what if we don't?"
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I was no longer just delivering messages. I was part of a game I wasn't ready to play.
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11:30 A.M. – Crossing the Line
The next few moments happened so fast that I barely had time to process them. One of the men stood up, his face twisted in a sneer. "You think you can just walk in here and order us around?"
I didn't have time to answer. The other man lunged at me, and I instinctively backed away, my mind racing.
Just as things were about to escalate, a voice called out from behind me. "Enough."
Diablo's voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that made everyone freeze.
He stepped into the room, his presence filling the space like a dark storm. "Clark is mine," he said softly, his eyes narrowing. "If you want to survive this, you'll listen to him."
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12:00 P.M. – Back to the Office
When Diablo and I returned to the office, the tension between us was palpable. He had saved me, but something in the way he looked at me made me feel small. I wasn't sure if he saw me as an asset or a tool. I wasn't sure what he expected from me anymore.
"Clark," he said, his voice quieter now. "You did well. But remember this lesson: there are no second chances."
I nodded, feeling both relieved and terrified at the same time.