The next morning, sleep eluded me as my mind churned with thoughts of the confirmed murder attempt disguised as an accident. The realization left me feeling vulnerable and exposed, with a newfound urgency to protect myself and those closest to me. As I lay awake in the early hours, a sense of unease settled over me like a heavy blanket, the weight of the looming threat bearing down on my shoulders.
With each passing moment, my determination to fight back grew stronger. I couldn't afford to be passive in the face of such danger, knowing that my friends and my mother could be targeted next if I didn't take action. But the question remained: how could I protect them and myself against such powerful adversaries?
As the first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, I resolved to seek out sources of power and protection. Whether it was through strengthening my connections with allies, honing my skills in cybersecurity, or exploring other avenues, I knew that I needed to arm myself with every tool at my disposal to thwart any future attempts on my life.
With a steely resolve, I rose from bed and prepared to face the challenges that lay ahead. Though the road ahead was fraught with uncertainty and danger, I refused to cower in fear. With each step forward, I would reclaim my agency and assert my right to live without fear or intimidation, ready to confront whatever obstacles stood in my way.
After finishing my bath, I made my way to the dining area, expecting to find Sarah there. However, she was nowhere to be seen. On the table, a note caught my eye. It read, "I have gone to the market to buy groceries. Breakfast is in the kitchen." I smiled at Sarah's thoughtfulness and set the note aside before heading to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, I found a simple yet satisfying breakfast of toast and juice waiting for me. As I ate, I couldn't shake the feeling of gratitude for having someone like Sarah in my life. Her kindness and generosity never ceased to amaze me.
After breakfast, I felt inspired to do something meaningful with my day. The stress of recent events weighed heavily on my mind, and I longed for a way to channel my thoughts and emotions into something positive. That's when I remembered the orphanage near our neighborhood.
The thought of the girls at the orphanage brought a sense of perspective to my own struggles. Despite facing hardships of their own, they continued to persevere with grace and resilience. It made me realize just how fortunate I was to have been born into a loving family.
With a renewed sense of purpose, I decided to bake some pastries to take to the orphanage. Not only would it be a way to give back to those in need, but it would also serve as a much-needed distraction from my own worries.
As I gathered the ingredients and preheated the oven, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. The simple act of baking brought me comfort and solace, allowing me to focus on something other than the chaos of the world around me.
With the pastries baking in the oven, I took a moment to reflect on how far I had come since the plane incident. Despite the challenges I had faced, I refused to let fear and uncertainty hold me back. With each passing day, I grew stronger and more resilient, ready to face whatever the future might hold.
As the pastries emerged from the oven, golden and delicious, I knew that they would bring joy to the girls at the orphanage. With a sense of purpose driving me forward, I carefully packaged the pastries into a basket and set out for the orphanage, eager to share a small piece of kindness with those who needed it most.
As soon as I took out the pastries, I heard the front door open, and Sarah's voice filled the air with excitement. "Ahahah, what a smell, did you bake? Ohohoh I love you Valarie, you are so good, how did you know I love sweets, thank you thank you," she exclaimed, practically bouncing with joy.
I couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. "No, these are not for you," I replied with a playful smile. "These are for the girls in the orphanage. I'll make some for you later. So don't get too excited and go wash up."
I could see Sarah's mood deflate slightly at my words, but I knew just how to cheer her up. "Sarah, I want you to find dirt on Lucas," I continued, my tone serious. "I have a gut feeling that the plane incident two years back was his doing. When he left the hospital that day, I could feel the hatred radiating from him. He's capable of anything to make me suffer, and I need to know why."
I paused, feeling a surge of determination coursing through me. "After what he did to Dad's company, I'm sure he's done this to many other people who have opposed him. So, please, help me, Sarah."
Sarah's eyes lit up with a mixture of excitement and determination. "Val, I've been wanting to do this for so long," she exclaimed. "I'll be happy to help you. For the past two years, I've wanted to take revenge on him for you, but you said no."
I nodded, my resolve firm. "I needed time to move on and resolve myself, and now I'm ready," I said confidently. "Together, we'll uncover the truth and make sure Lucas pays for what he's done."
"Ah, Sarah, I have something to discuss with you. Do you have time now?" I asked as she entered the room.
Sarah nodded. "Yes, I have time today. We can talk after I wash up, okay?" she replied before heading to her room.
While she was getting ready, I sorted out the groceries she had bought and packed the pastries we had baked.
I made coffee for both of us, and as we sat down, I broached the topic that had been weighing heavily on my mind. "Sarah, I was thinking about the accidents last night. I'm afraid that if I remain weak, those who are targeting me will harm all of you to make me suffer. So I want to become powerful. I want to have the strength to protect myself and those I care about. But I don't know the right people, like you do. So, I need your help," I explained, handing her a cup of coffee.
Sarah listened attentively as I poured out my concerns and desires. She took a moment to sip her coffee before responding, her expression thoughtful.
"I understand, Val," Sarah began, her voice calm yet determined. "And I admire your courage and determination to protect yourself and your loved ones. You're right; having power and strength is crucial, especially in the face of danger."
She paused, taking another sip of her coffee before continuing. "Fortunately, I think I may have a solution. My father has connections in various fields, including law enforcement and government agencies. He might be able to help you gain access to resources and training that could enhance your abilities and provide you with the protection you seek."
I nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope at Sarah's words. "That sounds promising. Do you think your father would be willing to assist me?"
Sarah smiled reassuringly. "I believe he would. He's always been supportive of me and my endeavors, and I'm sure he'll be willing to help you too, especially considering the circumstances. But you will need field experience certificate for applying, its mandatory."
Hearing this, I felt like something pushed me four steps behind as I was trying to step forward.
Suddenly, Sarah stood up and said, "Val, get ready. I got an idea. You are good in hacking, so from now on, you will be working with me. Just now, I got a message from a big company for a meeting. Let's meet them."
With renewed determination and excitement, I nodded eagerly. "Let's do it, Sarah. I'm ready for whatever comes our way."
As I stood before my wardrobe, preparing for the meeting, I carefully considered each piece of clothing, aiming to strike the perfect balance between professionalism and approachability.
The cream-colored blouse caught my eye with its subtle pattern and soft texture, exuding an air of elegance that resonated with me. Pairing it with navy blue trousers seemed like the ideal choice, ensuring a sophisticated yet stylish ensemble.
Opting for simplicity in accessories, I selected a delicate gold pendant necklace and matching stud earrings. Their understated elegance complemented my outfit without stealing the spotlight.
Slipping into the navy blue trousers and cream blouse, I examined my reflection in the mirror, satisfied with the result. The tan leather ankle boots added a modern touch to my ensemble, completing the look with their sleek design.
Turning my attention to my hairstyle, I decided on a low bun to convey professionalism and poise. Carefully securing my hair at the nape of my neck, I felt a sense of confidence wash over me as I prepared to face the challenges ahead.
With my outfit and hairstyle chosen, I felt ready to tackle whatever lay ahead at the meeting, armed with a sense of determination and purpose.
As we rode in the car on our way to the firm, Sarah took the opportunity to fill me in on all the details about the company we were about to meet.
"So, Val, let me tell you more about this company," Sarah began, her voice tinged with excitement. "They're one of the leading firms in London specializing in cybersecurity solutions. They provide a wide range of services to businesses of all sizes, from small startups to large corporations."
She continued, her words flowing effortlessly as she painted a picture of the company's mission and values. "Their team of experts is dedicated to ensuring the security and integrity of their clients' digital assets, employing cutting-edge technology and innovative strategies to stay ahead of emerging threats."
As Sarah spoke, I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the company's commitment to excellence and dedication to safeguarding against cyber threats. It was clear that they played a crucial role in protecting businesses and individuals alike in an increasingly digital world.
"Sounds impressive," I remarked, nodding in approval. "I'm looking forward to learning more about what they do and how we might be able to collaborate with them."
With Sarah's insights guiding our conversation, I felt a growing sense of anticipation for the meeting ahead. As we approached the firm, I couldn't help but feel excited about the possibilities that lay before us.