LOGINPresent Day…
Brielle “Here's your badge, Miss Atwick. Do you have your schedule?” The cleaning manager, Carlo Rossi asked me, handing over a badge that displayed my ID and granted me access throughout the building of Mario's Inc headquarters. It's the largest building I've seen in Italy and that's saying a lot considering the sizes of building around here. “Yeah, I do.” I smiled, pulling out a paper that contained a detailed layout of the building and the areas that I was supposed to clean. After the initial shock of seeing Marcello's face on the brief, I decided to go through with the mission and treat it like any other one. Since it was decided that an undercover op was needed, I decided to go through the cleaning section, hoping that I can hear or see things that would give me insight to what kind of illegal operations Marcello is running. I've learned that the best way to find out something is by being a fly on the wall. If you train yourself to become invisible, people around will spill their secrets without noticing you. My new boss, Carlo cleared his throat, forcing my thoughts back to him. “All right, then. Let me know how your first day goes, huh?” “Of course.” I say even though I have no intentions of telling him anything. He nods and walks away, leaving me to pick up my cleaning supplies and trudge down the hall. I take a glance at my schedule realizing that the first place I get was the employee's toilet. I squared my shoulders and went right to work but after an hour swings by and I'm moving to my next location, I'm starting to have a rethink. Surely, there are other things I can do as an undercover agent to get to the truth. This is horrible! Time crawled by slowly as I went through my tasks, exhaustion dragging my limbs. Throughout the whole thing, I kept my ears peeled for office gossip, hoping I could catch details of the suspicious illegal dealings that were going on but all I heard were mundane pieces of information. I moved to the first floor which was the VIP restroom were and set up my supplies to get to work but then the front door burst inwards. My eyes widened and my reflexes kicked in. I picked up my work tools as fast as I can and ducked behind the nearest stall door. According to the rules here, we the staff (cleaners) aren't supposed to be seen by guests or high ranking individuals especially on the top floor. I didn't know who it was but I couldn't risk getting fired on my first day so I gently locked the door, praying under my breath in hopes that I don't caught. “You know you're not supposed to be in here, Arlo.” A feminine voice hissed seconds before I heard a door slam closed. “I know, I know…” another voice grumbled out but this was a masculine voice which made me freeze. This was a female restroom, he wasn't supposed to be in here! Especially if it seems like he's harassing her! “I wanted to get your opinion on something-” he continued to say but the woman cuts him off. “Before you ask me for the twentieth time, Arlo, your shirt looks just fine!” The woman snaps out, sounding quite exasperated. “Sometimes I wonder why I choose to go anywhere with you!” “It's because I'm your husband and you love me…” he laughs with a cheeky tone that sounds as if he enjoys aggravating his wife. The laughter in his voice quickly dies down and he becomes serious once again. “But seriously, do you think this little scheme of yours is going to work?” “Damn right, it will!” The woman burst out with smug confidence in her tone. “The little Hayes kid was supposed to be out of the way in the first place if not because there was a screwup but now, we have the chance to eliminate him once and for all!” I froze in the stall, my ears perked up. Hold on, Hayes…? Why does that name sound so familiar? “You’re right. We really messed up with the first job.” The man growled, his formerly warm and fuzzy voice now tainted with hate. “Jacob did well by killing his parents in that house fire.” “Arlo!” The woman hissed. “You can't just say that kind of thing out loud… the walls have ears, remember?” “Yeah, yeah, Lorna, you're so damn superstitious! No one's gonna hear us, we're in the toilet for shit’s sake!” I expected to hear a comeback but there was a moment of silence before she speaks up again. “I don't have time for this,” she muttered and I heard objects clattering, followed by the sound of water rushing. “Come on, we have to go. Marcello's waiting for us.” Marcello..? Once again, I freeze but for a different reason. Before I could process that, Arlo talks. “Yeah, we're five minutes late. Remember, let me do all the talking. He'll be eating out of our hand in no time and promptly fall into our trap…” he chuckled, his voice fading as I heard the door open and close a few seconds later. I didn't step out immediately, not because I was still afraid but because I was processing what I just heard. They were talking about Marcello Hayes, the same man I was looking into and if I took what they were saying at face value then… That would mean this couple, Arlo and Lorna killed his parents. Holy shit… I might have just found his parents killer!THE WITNESSBRIELLEIgnoring the obvious threat message, I pushed through the entrance and immediately felt cool air wash over me.The lobby was busy enough that nobody paid much attention to another person walking through the doors.Phones rang behind the reception. Elevators opened and closed in steady intervals. Conversations overlapped with the soft click of heels crossing polished floors.Everything looked the same.For months, I had moved through this building without giving it a second thought.I headed toward the reception.The woman behind the desk looked up from her monitor and recognition flashed across her face almost immediately.“Ms Arwen.”“Good evening.”“Good evening.”Her smile remained perfectly professional, but there was something guarded behind it that hadn’t been there before.I rested a hand lightly on the counter.“I was hoping you could help me with something.”“I can try.”The answer sounded harmless enough, but it already felt like the beginning of a refusa
Back in ItalyBrielleThe flight landed just after sunrise.By the time I stepped out of the airport, the sky had become that pale grey-blue shade that always seemed to come before a proper morning. The air felt different from New York’s, cleaner, cooler, carrying a familiarity I hadn’t expected to notice so quickly.I stood beside the curb for a moment with one hand wrapped around the handle of my suitcase, watching taxis pull in and out of the pickup lane while travellers hurried past me in every direction.The suspension from Marcello's company was still hanging over my head. Christopher was still dead. None of that had changed. And yet, despite everything, I had boarded a plane and come back anyway.Because sitting in New York waiting for phone calls and updates clearly wasn’t getting me anywhere.A taxi pulled up in front of me.The driver leaned across the passenger seat and lowered the window.“Taxi?”I nodded and loaded my suitcase into the back.The apartment looked exactly h
Back to Italy“You really need to stop barging into my office, Ms Brielle Arwen,” Thomas said without looking up when I walked in, his pen still moving steadily across the paper like my presence was just another part of the background noise he had learned to work through.I closed the door behind me, not gently enough to be careless and not hard enough to be aggressive, just enough to signal that I wasn’t planning on leaving quickly.“Good morning to you too,” I replied, and that finally earned me a look from him. It wasn’t friendly, it was tired, like he already knew I was about to drain his patience.“You didn’t schedule this,” he said.“I knocked,” I answered.He stopped writing at that, finally setting the pen down. “After you opened the door.”I gave a small shrug of apology. “I was impatient.”“That’s not new,” he muttered, already leaning back slightly in his chair as if preparing himself for whatever I had brought in with me.I stepped further into the office, taking in the fa
The GapBrielleThe email sat open on my laptop long after the call ended.I had already looked at the image more times than I could count, but my eyes kept returning to it anyway. It showed Christopher walking out of the building alive, caught in a single frozen frame. The timestamp in the corner read 18:42, clear enough to make the whole thing feel real in a way Thomas’s phone call never had.I zoomed in again.The image blurred briefly before sharpening. Christopher looked relaxed apart from the limping. He wasn’t rushing anywhere, and there was nothing nervous or distracted about the way he carried himself.One hand rested in his coat pocket while his head tilted slightly downward, as though he were reading something on his phone or thinking about where he needed to be next.Nothing about him looked like a man walking toward his death.I leaned back in my chair and rubbed at my eyes.The apartment was quiet. Alessia had disappeared into her room hours ago, and Camilla had gone out
The Last TimestampBrielle“Mommy, you’re cheating,” Alessia said.I looked up from the board and found her pointing at me from across the small table. I frowned a little, already tired of the accusation.“I am not cheating.”“You moved twice.”“I moved once.”“Twice.”“Once.”Camilla snorted into her mug, watching us like she was enjoying it more than she should.“I watched you do it Bri.”I stared at both of them for a second.Traitors.Alessia immediately grinned and pushed one of the game pieces forward with the confidence of someone who had already decided she was winning no matter what I said.For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t thinking about investigations, suspensions, or Christopher. I was thinking about how a six-year-old had somehow become impossible to beat at board games.“Your turn,” Alessia said.I looked down at the board again, then back at her, narrowing my eyes slightly. “I’m starting to think you’re making up rules.”“That’s because you’re losin
Last ContactBrielleThe room didn’t change after Thomas said it, but I did. At least something inside me did, because “Christopher is dead” didn’t feel like information.It felt like something that hadn’t fully landed yet, like my brain was still waiting for another version of the sentence that would make it less impossible.But there wasn’t one. Just silence on his end and noise on mine.Alessia’s voice came in the background asking Camilla something about a cartoon, mixed with the faint sound of movement in the living room.I stood still, gripping the phone tighter. My mouth opened, but nothing came out at first because it didn’t feel real enough to respond to.Then I forced it.“…say that again.”My voice sounded flat and detached, like it didn’t belong to me.Thomas didn’t hesitate this time.“Christopher is dead.”There was no softness in how he said it. No pausing just finality.I closed my eyes for a second, not because I was emotional, but because my body needed something to
The Wrong ManBrielleNew York had stopped feeling temporary, and I only realised it quietly, not like a big moment, but like something slow settling in.It crept up on me when I was still long enough to notice that I wasn’t passing through anymore. I was actually living inside it.The city didn’t
The Replacement pt 2BrielleI woke to the soft chime of the seatbelt sign, and for a moment I didn’t know where I was. The cabin lights were dimmed, and most of the passengers around me were still asleep under blankets with their heads tilted against windows and headrests.Then everything came bac
ReplacementBrielleThe room suddenly feels much smaller because suspension was one thing, but replacement is another. If someone takes her position, she loses access, she loses proximity, and she loses months of work.I held the phone tighter until my fingers started to ache, then I finally spoke.
Off the ClockBrielleFor a few seconds after my alarm went off, everything felt normal.The shrill sound pulled me out of sleep, and I reached for my phone automatically, silencing it. Sitting up, I rubbed ny eyes.Work.The thought came first.Then reality followed.I wasn’t going to work.The me







