ANDRÉ

"You mean you allowed a total stranger into your home?" Fabian asks.

"That is messed up. What if its all a set up?"

"You know our stance on security. Have you ran a background check on her?"

"I did but found nothing tangible. She tells me her name is Sophia Farley."

"Hah-- this is some serious stuff."

"What if she's from the enemy? You never can tell who is who these days."

"Guys, one question at a time." I say, in a bid to slow them down. "I guess we'll just have to watch things unfold." I add.

"And you better be careful, young man." Nick adds.

Okay, so there's a part of me I never revealed since. The four of us have a group known as the LETHAL.

LETHAL means that we are very skillful and accurate, we are well trained to defend ourselves at all cost. Most people know about us and they know who we are.

We are also billionaire friends turned brothers. Lucas is our leader and most brutal of us. We formed LETHAL in highschool and have been together since then.

At first, it started as a simple clique of four best friends but with time , we started building on it and as we approached our twenties, we set standards and ground rules we live by.

"I gave her a job. She'll be taking Mary's place now." I say, further shocking them.

"You're impossible." They all laugh, shaking their heads.

"What is the latest on Trandon?"

"Nothing yet. He's still hiding in Brazil, trying to plan his strike, what he always forgets is that we are always steps faster than him. Bruce is on the inside. He is feeding me with all the information we need to take him down. For now, there's no cause for alarm. We still have to keep our guards up as he plans to attack us before the year runs out." Lucas informs us.

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SOPHIA

"You thought we would never get you back, bitch? Huh? Running away and planning to expose us?" I receive a hot slap from 'the boss'.

"Silly miscreant thinks she can pull that much without us finding out." Another man hisses.

"You'll pay with your life and this will teach you all..." He gestures to all the ladies seated, watching this with horror clearly shown on their faces, "...never to think of escaping. Let this sink in all your bloody brains that you are bound here till we say you are not." He continues. I could hear silent sobs from the girls.

At this very instant, my life flashes through my eyes, no hope, no mission accomplished, I did nothing to save the girls. How pathetic. I hear a gunshot and all I can see is darkness.

I gasp as my eyes open, with me panting and sweating profusely. I pinch myself a little to confirm that I am not dead. I still can not believe this and I do it a little bit harder this time and yelp in pain. It was all a dream.

I take a peek at my bedside clock, it read 5:27am. There's no need to go back to sleep again. It has been two weeks since my work here commenced and it has been great so far. André is mostly never at home, leaving me home alone on days when the cleaning staff are not around.

There's really not much work to do here, I cook and leave it for him to eat, with a note to signify there's food. On days when he comes back early, we eat together.

I jump from my bed and head for the bathroom, pick up my toothbrush and apply some toothpaste on it. I turn on the tap in the basin and allow some water run on my palms for a while then start brushing my teeth. When I was sure I had cleaned it well, I wrinse my mouth and use some water to wash my face.

Heading back to my room, it is already 5:35am, a good time for a morning jog. I put on my sports shorts and top, then my Nike boots. Not forgetting to pick up my phone and earpiece, then leave.

"Hi." I hear someone say behind me.

"Hello. Good morning." I keep up with jogging, not ready to respond to anyone at the moment.

"I'm Jeff." He says, not minding my response. "I live around here." He adds.

I roll my eyes in my head. 'Obviously' I want to say but just keep quiet and continue jogging.

"Seems you're not in the mood, maybe some other time." He adds.

Better. I increase the volume of my music and keep up with my early morning work out. I continue jogging till the gate of mansion come into my view and I jog inside, saying a greeting to the security personnels at the gate.

My hands meet the door knob and I open the door. The sight inside is something I was not prepared for. Seated on the couch, watching TV is none other but my boss, shirtless sipping a glass of orange juice.

I do a double take and I think I am in a trance. Why does my heart have to betray me this time? Why? His gaze leaves the television and focuses on me. I quickly clear my throat and speak.

"Good morning."

"Hey, there Sophia. Good morning." He smiles, seeming too happy, if that is the way to describe him right now.

"And who is this bitch?" I hear someone aggressively say. I look at the direction of the voice and look back at André, then look back to her. Now I understand where the happiness came from.

On her, is a button up shirt I assume belongs to him. Also, her hair looks disheveled, I do not want to imagine anything in my head, the best thing is to pretend I did not see that part.

She looks very angry and possessive. Let us watch the drama unfold, shall we.