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Brielle slipped out of her office, the sleek tailored zer draped over her arm. Her car had
inconveniently hit warranty just days ago and was towed to the dealership for the fourth time. Without
her usual ride, she was relegated to hailing cabs for hermute.
She hailed a cab, and as she bent to get in, she was concerned about the zer getting dirty.
Therefore, she took it off, neatly folded it, and ced it on herp before entering. As the cab
approached her apartmentplex, a ce chosen more for its price than its neighborhood, she
handed the driver his fare and stepped out onto the curb.
The area was a cultural mishmash, a stark contrast to the polished corporate world she navigated daily.
Public housing units crowded around her building, and the streets were a melting pot of characters.
A group of young men loitered by the entrance, each with a cigarette in hand, enveloping themselves in
clouds of smoke. The security booth had long been abandoned, and any guard who might have been
on duty would turn a blind eye to the scene unfolding before them.
Brielle frowned, her gaze fixed on the ground as she quickened her pace. But the ringleader of the
group flicked his cigarette butt away and sauntered over with hands buried in his pockets. His cronies
followed, theirughter echoing through the night air. Clearly, they’d been waiting here for a while.
“Stop right there,” the leadermanded, reaching out to block her path, his other hand mping
around her throat.
The strong scent of tobo invaded Brielle’s nostrils. Instinctively, she stomped on his foot and jerked
back.
“Ow!” the man yelped. His patience gone, he grabbed Brielle’s head and mmed it against the railing.
Despite Brielle’s self–defense training, the disparity in strength between her and the six men was too
great. Her zer was yanked from her grip, and rough hands shoved her to the ground like discarded
trash. Brielle sputtered, struggling to find her footing.
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The men whistled and closed in, smirks stered on their faces. “Didn’t ex
taunted.
Brielle edged backward. “You’ve got the wrong person,” she insisted.
a little fight from you,” one
The leader, a scar tracing down his cheek, crouched before her and yanked her head back by her hair,
scrutinizing her features. “No mistake here, Brielle, right? Someone paid us to teach you a lesson.”
The stench of his breath was nauseating. Should she scream for help? No, it waste and the streets
were deserted. It would only provoke them further.
“How much did they pay you? I’ll double it,” she offered, her voice steady despite the fear.
The man lit another cigarette, blew smoke in her face, and sneered, “We have principles, Ms. Brielle.
me your own bad luck for crossing people you shouldn’t have.”
Retreating further, she felt the sharp pain in her ankle. Her phone, pre–dialed to emergency services,
was concealed in her sleeve. The police station was less than two miles away; they could arrive in
under ten minutes.
She forced a smile, buying time, “You know, there are many Brielle’s out there. Maybe you’ve got the
wrong one?”
The man scoffed, flicking his spent cigarette to the ground. “Enough crap. I’ve seen your picture. Pretty
face, but
you shouldn’t have messed with the wrong girl’s man. The orders were clear–to ruin your beauty.”
He pulled out a switchde, the glint of malice shing in his eyes. “Ms. Brielle, the price for that face
of yours is quite high.”
Brielle backed away, her hands finding dirt. She kept her expression calm as he raised the de.
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In a split–second move, she threw the dirt in his face and kicked off her heels, sprinting away. The man
cursed, spitting out dirt, and ordered the others to give chase.
Halfway to safety, her foot was sliced by shattered ss. She fell hard to the pavement, and the men
slowed, twirling their knives with sinister intent.
“Keep running, why don’t you?” one jeered.
“You’re pretty clever, buying time like that,” another said. “Too bad no one’sing to save you
tonight.”
As they spoke, the distant wail of sirens filled the air. Police cruisers appeared on the horizon.
Brielle barely had time to feel relief before the leader stepped forward, tossing the switchde into the
bushes and mping a hand over her mouth. The others scattered, grabbing the de before
disappearing.
Brielle struggled against her captor’s grip as two officers approached.
“Just ying around with my girlfriend,” the man lied smoothly as Brielle elbowed him in the chest. He
staggered back, feigning surrender as the officers stepped in to shield her.
“I’m not his girlfriend. He attacked me,” Brielle rified.
To her astonishment, the man took a phone from his pocket, disying a gallery of cozy photos with
Brielle–embraces, kisses, all manner of intimacy.
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