[3 hours ago
Johnson siblings residence]
“Cassie, if we have to do something stupid to save his life today, let’s do it together, alright?”
“Yeah. It’s better to stick together.”
“But I feel like Grandpa has the power to see through our lies. And I don’t know how to make him believe that we aren’t anything suspicious.” Zayn recalls the moment where Framton said he found someone else in him, someone who wasn’t Zayn Johnson, his son.
“We gotta have a foolproof plan for that.”
Back at the scenario where both the lovers lie down facing the ceiling and listen to soft whispers of their family, Cassandra makes an excuse to go to the bathroom.
Before that, she taps Zayn on his shoulder as she subtly hints for him to stay alert on the phone.
“Guys, I’m bored.” Zayn says.
“Entertain yourself with your phone, Child. I can’t believe you’re stating that out.”
“Thanks doc.” He chuckles at Jessica. It was so easy.
[I’m online] He texts as he switches tabs to watch social media content without his spectacles.
[So what r v gonna say to them?] Cassandra texts him as he responds,
[Let’s tell them we found the man struggling against the door and it was locked on the other side]
[And?]
[And you collapsed because you saw a dead body]
[Okay. But that doesn’t seem like an explanation]
[What do you wanna back it up with?] Zayn texts as he waits for her response.
[Let’s use the ‘half truth, half lie’ formula]
[And what exactly is that?] Zayn almost always forgets that Cassandra was a fanatic of books and literature and the concept of rebirth. She would know a lot of things, he thought.
[Let’s tell them I found the sprinkler and wanted to contact the control room to put it down. But we met in the corridor, u went to the restroom and I tell you I heard someone struggle in the room]
[Nice. Good lie. I mean half lie]
[Yeah. Thick skull] furrowing his eyebrows at her suddenly cussing him out, he moves out of vanish mode of their chat.
“I’m hungry…” he lies again. Louis gets up as he cracks his joints. He fishes his wallet out, saying,
“I’ll get you all something.” Louis sponsors as Jessica follows him as well. Silence returns in the quiet and occupied office room.
After a minute or two, Cassandra comes back to the family awaiting for her explanation.
The duo lie in synchrony. It was almost too unbelievable that they were completing each other’s sentences while giggling internally.
It wasn’t mischief, however.
Their life depended on it.
They don’t want anyone to think otherwise, that they aren’t the real Zayn and Cassandra but reincarnations of the ones who were dead.
And so, after today, the duo earn another title to themselves.
The Manipulators.
They could use their intellect and the benefit of upper hand in knowledge to manipulate anyone and everyone around them.
A week passes, and a month as well.
Louis and the assigned cyber team couldn’t find a single trace of the one who put Cassandra into the scandal. Louis was cooked up, frustrated and feeling the taste of defeat.
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However, there was another person playing the strings beautifully backstage.
Ravine was getting dressed in a simple maroon two piece palazzo and a tank top. Applying a bit of makeup and putting on some luxurious scent, she wears her sunglasses as she heads out of her mansion at 5 in the evening.
She had a meet up with someone important.
Reaching the rich cafe, Ravine sees the woman in a yellow sundress waiting for her. She had a hat on her head as well, making her stand out of the public as she said herself.
“Found you.” Ravine introduces herself as she smirks at the woman.
“I’m glad that you did, dear. Have a seat.”
“Don’t you have a date right now?”
“Oh, I do. At 5:30.” Ravine looks at her watch and back at the woman she was having a deal with.
“A month has passed. I’m assured that you’re supplying the man with money.”
“You don’t have to worry about that part, dear. I’m the middleman, you just have to pay me and, ‘The man’.” Ravine curves the corner of her lips again, pushing the packet of cash that the woman stuffs into her purse.
“Enjoy your date.” Ravine gets up, ready to leave for her shopping.
“Enjoy your revenge.” The woman scoffs as she leaves, waving her hand as she strutted out of the cafe.
The woman in yellow waits for her date for the next few minutes. They spend a lot of time laughing and lying, to impress each other.
When the deal was fixed, the man kindly offers to take her back to the hotel he was staying at.
The room is set on fire as soon as the door was locked. The man gives her an artwork of his own on her neck, marking her all the way down to her stomach and reaching her core.
He enters a finger into her body, she willingly spreads her thick legs apart.
He fingers her skillfully, coming back to her mouth to taste the alcohol from her tongue. He guides her to the bed as she quickly loosens her top part of her bright dress.
The man watches her go down on him, playing with his thick, mature dick as he palms her curves and bumps. He watches her bob her head nice and slowly, sucking him like he was a delish noodle. She sucks him with passion, having yearned for action after a long time.
Soon, they get into action.
The man was a vanilla type, she was lucky.
She didn’t have to face him nor get a backache with the unusual positions.
They have fun for a long time, all through the night.
And at midnight, the woman leaves with half of the cash on his table.
The deal was sealed.