Aysha got up from the couch and walked upstairs to her room. She curled up in bed thinking about the possibility of her and Craytia. Craytia embracing her, pecking a kiss on her forehead, and living a life of luxury. But, she couldn't do that. She couldn't give up on others who had gone through the same thing as she had. She had to get justice for them and for her parents.

Aysha closed her eyes hoping for sleep, but found none. She stared up at the ceiling. She had to create a plan to take Craytia out as fast as possible. Unfortunately for her, that meant that she would most likely have to join up with that old man. When he had outlived his usefulness, she could kill him. Aysha felt a rush inside her, like a hunter before a hunt. Like a hunter that was patient enough to watch everything fall into motion.

Personally, Aysha wasn't one for parties. She didn't hate them, but the bright lights and the feeling of knowing she stuck out like a sore thumb made her want to avoid them. This time around, she'd willingly suggest going to a party with Craytia. Aysha didn't know how to seduce anyone, but she knew that it would arouse suspicion if she even attempted to act that way. After all, Craytia had easily found out that Aysha wanted her dead. Aysha had to continue acting the way she had the entire time.

Watching and waiting...for the right time to strike.

Aysha got up earlier than she had yesterday and dressed up again in the same outfit but without the jacket.

Craytia popped into her room with a bright smile. "Ready? You're not late this time around!"

Aysha nodded. As Craytia approached her, she took a step back and scrunched up her nose. "Jeez, you smell even worse than the first time I met you. Why haven't you changed the outfit?"

Craytia had gotten one of her maids to lay out an outfit on Aysha's bed that consisted of black leggings, a gray t-shirt, and black sneakers. Simple and comfortable. Aysha was used to wearing the same thing for weeks on end without ever changing it. In fact, the most she did included washing her clothes in a river and soaking there for a bath. She did this at night, so she wouldn't be seen. She'd hang her clothes on a nearby tree branch that was low enough for her to reach to wait for them to dry before re-wearing them.

Aysha picked up the clothes and entered the bathroom to change. When she was done, she met with Craytia who had been waiting in her room for her.

"Where do I wash the clothes?" Aysha asked, holding her previous set of clothes in her arms.

"Leave them on the bed. I'll call one of the maids to come and pick it up to wash later."

Aysha nodded leaving them on the bed.

"What will we do this time around?" Aysha asked while they walked down the stairs.

Craytia didn't answer until they reached the bottom of the stairs. With a smirk on her lips, she leaned on the banister and brought out a stopwatch from her jacket pocket. "I want you to run around every single part of this house. We're going to use today to work on your stamina."

"I don't know how big the house is..."

"You'll be running up the stairs, into your room, into my office and back down the stairs on the left."

Aysha nodded as she bent her knees and got ready to run up the stairs.

"Ready...set...go..!"

Aysha dashed up the stairs, the sound of her feet echoing throughout. She ran into her room and ran back out, almost bumping into the maid that had come to pick up her clothes.

When did Craytia even call her?

"Sorry," she called out to the maid behind her. The maid didn't reply and continued on as Aysha ran into the hallway that led to Craytia's office. She ran in and ran down the left stairs to meet Craytia. Aysha wasn't too out of breath since she was used to running like this on the streets to avoid others.

Aysha's gaze rested on the stopwatch. Craytia showed her and the time which said 6:30.

"This is pretty good. We won't focus on your stamina then." Craytia slipped the stopwatch back into her pocket and waved at Aysha as she turned around heading toward the door.

Aysha wanted to ask where Craytia was going, but decided it wasn't her business. And yet, there was a growing feeling of curiosity rising in Aysha. What if she followed Craytia? She could easily get more information without having to owe that old man anything or even having to work with him in any way. Aysha smiled to herself as she walked up the stairs all the way to bend that in the hallway that led to her room. She watched Craytia leave and close the door before she looked through the peephole in the door to see a woman who would've been Aysha's mother's age, embracing Craytia.