Chapter 1680

Skyler was a maestro of melodies, her fingers dancing over strings and keys with an ease that spoke of certificates stamped with international acclaim. Her skills made her a tutor in high demand, commanding an hourly rate that would make many a nine-to-fiver green with envy.

Her teaching days were neatly packed: two lessons, two hours, and a paycheck that felt more like a jackpot than a wage.

Two hours may not sound like much, but wrangling kids was more about taming wild spirits than ticking clocks. By the time the final note rang out and her students scampered home, Skyler could feel the day weighing on her like a heavy coat.

She needed a third gig, but this time, something that would work her muscles instead of milking her mind. She couldn’t afford to crash and burn – not with her own studies. Grades mattered just as much as greenbacks, and failing was a luxury she couldn’t afford.

Class let out at nine, a time when the city – The Capital – was just hitting its stride, pulsing with the promise of the night.

Her phone buzzed: Emma’s WhatsApp message. [Skyler, you free?]

[Just got out,] she typed back.e2

A location pin popped up, followed by, [Me and Amanda are here. Hurry up. Craving anything? We’ll order. The grill’s hot.]

be indecisive, Emma quickly

glance, and Skyler replied, [Grilled chicken

you fancy?] Emma

you girls want,] Skyler texted

[Okay. Come quick.]

[Will do.]

mapped the route – just a mile to the barbecue joint, a brisk ten-minute walk if she cut through the park. She pocketed her phone and

of goons who looked like they were bom from

of the thugs grunted.

You’ve got

was tossed in her direction, and a mocking

her at the game earlier that day, snapped by someone sitting right across. It gotta be Desiree. The same Desiree who nursed a grudge like it was her

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