Mary was determined to live her life; who knows how long she might live in this 21st century, so why not live it to the fullest? She buried herself in work and more work, balancing between her free time and her work. Looking up she scans through her private jet for the hostess who she beckons towards her.

The Jet was made up of refined interior design though small but comfortable and well equipped for a grade higher than first class. "Yes, ma'am, can get you anything?" the air hostess asked with a polite smile on her face, "Can I get another glass of red wine?" Mary asked as she turned on her laptop and connected to her meeting scheduled for that hour at Chicago. She could not attend physically but could not afford to miss the meeting as only God knows what mayhem would ensure if she isn't there.

Once she connected, she views seven older men, mostly from their 40s to 70s and a few in t

DISTRACTION 2

Mary was in class at the university taking notes when she felt a tap on her shoulder, she lifts her head and turns around giving the individual her full attention.

"Excuse me, do you have the note? The person asked, but her voice sounded distant, making Mary squeeze her face in confusion and worry.

"Please, could you repeat that?" She still couldn't hear clearly, and as she looked around, around and everyone began to vanish. She started to panic; She decided to close her eye and open it again, looking around and still finds the classroom empty. She hears a shuffling sound behind and turns back to see him there. It was no but NIGHT CROSS.

He gave his devilish smirk and relaxed on the chair behind her. "You know I find it funny when humans think they can actually escape." He smirked once again seeing the fear he instilled into her. "I have been watching you for several da

Mary took a deep breath as the scent of fresh flowers filled her nostrils. This was the life she was all about. She happily jogged through the field as she made her way down the massive field, away from the world and all its troubles. Soon her hair covered her face, and the wind had become a bit strong. Slowly she felt herself lose her footing as she struggled to keep firm on the ground. Looking to her left, her eyes widened in horror as a whirlwind filled with vengeance swiftly made its way towards her. Without thinking, she made a run for it, knowing entirely well she could never outrun the wind by the terror was enough to make her flee.

She slowly felt the wind becoming more vigorous, and soon she kissed the ground as the force pushed her down; gritting her teeth, Mary pulled her fragile form off the ground only to be hit by th slamming force of the wind, sending her spiraling throug

Mary was determined to live her life; who knows how long she might live in this 21st century, so why not live it to the fullest? She buried herself in work and more work, balancing between her free time and her work. Looking up she scans through her private jet for the hostess who she beckons towards her.

The Jet was made up of refined interior design though small but comfortable and well equipped for a grade higher than first class. "Yes, ma'am, can get you anything?" the air hostess asked with a polite smile on her face, "Can I get another glass of red wine?" Mary asked as she turned on her laptop and connected to her meeting scheduled for that hour at Chicago. She could not attend physically but could not afford to miss the meeting as only God knows what mayhem would ensure if she isn't there.

Once she connected, she views seven older men, mostly from their 40s to 70s and a few in their late 30s all dressed in cooperate suits looking at her; they were her board of directors. The C

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