She pulled the trigger, but not at him. Just a few inches away from his feet. She shot the earth and not him. She couldn&quot;t possibly shot him, despite how much she hates him, a painful death would have been better than just a bullet wound. She couldn&quot;t do it. Or maybe she could but doesn&quot;t want to. 
 Maybe a little trick would do.
 &quot;Why didn&quot;t you shot me, you should have done that and got employed here.&quot; He knew she wasn&quot;t gonna shot him. He could predict her moves already.
 &quot;I don&quot;t wanna work here.&quot; 
 &quot;Then where do you want to work.&quot; 
 &quot;At Franco.&quot; 
 The biggest company in the town, her dream pl

Zara paced in front of kenzo biting her nails as she paced. They were back to his office. He was seated with Aziel cleaning the small scratch on his skin. Zara continue pacing, Sambas had gone with Elina. Taking her back to her room. 
 &quot;Stop pacing Zara!&quot; 
 She stopped and stood in front of him. 
 &quot;What was that about?&quot; 
 &quot;Can you drop it.&quot; 
 &quot;Aziel Leave us for a minute.&quot; 
 Aziel nodded taking the kit with him out of the office and shut the door behind him. 
 &quot;Go and tell me, what was that about?&quot; 
 &quot;Training.&quot; 
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Kenzo pushes Elina off him. She fell on the ground, hitting her butt hard on the concrete floor. He didn&quot;t spare her a look, and began walking ahead of her. 
 Elina stood up, staring between the dungeon room and Kenzo. He had let her go. She wasn&quot;t gonna spend another night here. She was free! 
 She jumped. But end up falling again in a loud thud. Which got Kenzo to stare at her with a strange look. She lowered her gaze immediately, standing up again. She hurried to catch up with Kenzo. Who walked quite fast. 
 He&quot;d let her go. 
 He did let her go. 
 Monster Kenzo. 
 She was happy, she could breath clean air again. At least get a shower. She wrapped he

She pulled the trigger, but not at him. Just a few inches away from his feet. She shot the earth and not him. She couldn&quot;t possibly shot him, despite how much she hates him, a painful death would have been better than just a bullet wound. She couldn&quot;t do it. Or maybe she could but doesn&quot;t want to. 
 Maybe a little trick would do.
 &quot;Why didn&quot;t you shot me, you should have done that and got employed here.&quot; He knew she wasn&quot;t gonna shot him. He could predict her moves already.
 &quot;I don&quot;t wanna work here.&quot; 
 &quot;Then where do you want to work.&quot; 
 &quot;At Franco.&quot; 
 The biggest company in the town, her dream place she wanted to work there, become an intern after she gets to college. That was her dream. Bu

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