Aurora works so hard so she can be the next transfer staff to Astronix Industries, the very company her deceased best friend had worked before she was brutally murdered. Although known to only Aurora, she was going to Astronix not because of the good pay, or countless opportunities you have while working there but because of she wanted to investigate and gather usefulness information to find justice for her late friend Dahila. Aurora was sure Dahila was killed by someone in the company, so when she was transferred to Astronix she was happy. Dahila had complained to her countless time about how she was recently being bullied by the CEOs girlfriend Elodie because she taught she was having an affair with Damon wellington, the CEO of Astronix industries. Aurora had advised dahila to stand up to her, and when dahila did , they had a truce and few days after, Dahila was found dead, a street away from her home. A week after the death of Dahila, Damon travels abroad without telling anyone not even his girlfriend that he loved. Well, while Damon was still abroad,aurora was transferred in to take the place of Dahila. Elodie started harbouring hate for aurora cause she seemed fearless and did not bow or literally worshipped Elodie like the rest of the staffs do in the company. It wasn't long before aurora started getting bullied
Chapter 1 OUTRÉ REQUITAL
The street was dimly lit under the pale moonlight, casting long shadows and giving everything a soft, eerie glow. A young lady in her early twenties walked down the sidewalk, her features obscured by the darkness but her beauty unmistakable. Her gown fluttered gently in the cool night breeze, and her steps were light and graceful. She was on the phone, her voice a soft murmur against the backdrop of distant city noises.
"Yeah, I think someone's following me," she said, her voice edged with unease. "I keep hearing a motorbike behind me."
"Don't worry about it," came the calm reply from the other end. "It's probably nothing. Just stay calm and keep going."
The street seemed to stretch on endlessly, the buildings on either side appearing as vague, shadowy forms. She noticed a narrow alleyway to her right and decided to take it, hoping it would lead her to a busier street. As she stepped into the alley, the dim light from the street ahead barely illuminated her path. She glanced back, catching only the faint outline of the motorbike that seemed to be following her.
The alley led to a secluded street, even quieter and lonelier than the one she'd just left. The silence was broken only by her occasional giggle as she tried to shake off her nervousness. Her gown swirled around her legs, playing with the wind as she walked, her laughter echoing in the night.
Suddenly, a screech pierced the stillness, a jarring sound that made her blood run cold. She barely had time to react before the thundering roar of an engine grew louder. She turned her head, just in time to see the black motorcycle speeding toward her. Panic surged through her, and she tried to move, but it was too late.
The impact was brutal. The motorcycle collided with her, sending body flying through the air. She felt a sharp, excruciating pain as she hit the ground, her body sprawling out in a disjointed heap. The force of the collision left her gasping for air, her breaths coming in painful, ragged bursts. Blood pooled around her, staining the pavement as she choked on it. Her phone lay a few meters away, its screen cracked and still connected to the call, where the faint sounds of concern and confusion could be heard.
The motorcycle came to a stop a short distance away, and the rider dismounted, their identity hidden by a dark helmet. Heavy, black boots crunched against the gravel as the a shadowu figure approached her. The figure didn't seem to notice the phone or the desperate, labored breathing coming through it. Instead, the figure crouched down beside her, their presence looming ominously.
"This will put you in your place," the person said coldly, their voice a low growl. "Right where you belong-hell."
The figure stood up, turning away from the half-dead woman lying on the cold ground. The sound of the bike revving up filled the night air, and moments later, the motorcycle zoomed off, leaving behind only the faint echo of its departure. In the distance, the wail of a siren began to grow louder, a distant promise of help that might come too late.
The lady lay there, struggling with each breath, her body wracked with pain. The night breeze continued to dance around her, carrying with it the distant sounds of the city, now tinged with the grim reality of her situation.
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