In Melinda office/in zogo wing
Once again, her persistence needles at the fabric of my patience, and yet,
extinguishing her life is not an option I'm willing to entertain. No, I've
devised a more exquisite fate for her—an unhurried descent into agonizing
torment. How did this troublesome being emerge from my own womb, I
wonder? A captivating charmer she may be, but her allure finds no purchase
within the recesses of my hardened heart. Lost in contemplation, the entrance
of Jackson disrupts my thoughts. His lips meet mine in a profound kiss that
has a way of drowning me, and with a casual inquiry, he breaks the moment,
"What's on your mind, Melina?" Love, I respond, the daughter who daily
defies and disrespects me.
Jackson, ever the optimist, reassures me, "She's just a little girl, incapable of
causing any real harm. You underestimate her charm, my love," i chuckle.
Despite the havoc she wreaked, I find solace in her solitary nature. Her lack of
companionship limits her potential, a thought that consoles me as I curtail her
freedom.
"Stubborn and courageous, Jackson, you have no idea the depth of her,which
she speaks.Suddenly a notification breaks our conversation allowing Jackson to leave.
Jackson, once a constant in my surroundings, had mysteriously vanished,
leaving me yearning for more moments in his company. The distance between
us seemed insurmountable, an intangible barrier that fueled my growing
insecurities. Was he unfaithful, entangled with another? A surge of
possessiveness surged within me; a vow to eliminate any potential rival took
root in my mind.
Amidst these tumultuous reflections, a notification demanded my attention,
summoning me to the enigmatic PR7 Wing. Hastening to the lift, I ascended
to the seventh floor, where a meeting was already in progress. Settling into
my designated seat, I braced myself for the unfolding revelations.
"Good evening, everyone," chief addressed the assembled group, his tone
authoritative. "I've gathered you here to acquaint you with our new, yet
ancient, addition to PR7. Emergent seventy years ago a power beyond
containment. we have been observing his evolution ever since. The moment
has arrived, and he has joined our ranks. Soon, you will all have the
opportunity to meet him."
In the hushed aftermath of the sudden revelation regarding the enigmatic
newcomer, my mind swirled with a perplexing blend of confusion and
intrigue. The scant details offered about this mysterious figure only deepened
the mystery; a mere mention, a cryptic introduction to a well-guarded secret.
It was a clandestine affair, shrouded in the veil of secrecy, leaving me
grappling with a barrage of unanswered questions. What powers did this
enigma possess? Was he even of human origin? These queries, like relentless
waves, crashed against the shores of my thoughts.
The impromptu gathering came to an abrupt halt as an alarm punctuated the
air, signaling a departure from the clandestine meeting.
Exiting the wing, the weight of unanswered questions clung to me like a
persistent shadow