At Xastia Company,
Anastasia flipped through so docunts Leo had placed on her table just a while ago, her eyebrows furrowing as she read through the docunts one after the other.
"Now six people want to impeach ," she wondered, her frown turning into a smirk as it stretched on her lips.
It’s been almost two weeks since Anastasia took over the company, and the shareholders have been rather quiet than she’d expected them to be.
She thought once she started her work, they would bring one complaint about her or another. But rather, they were teaming up, convincing other shareholders to impeach her, totally forgetting she was the highest stockholder of the company.
"They shouldn’t make laugh," she mumbled to herself, closing the docunt and moving to another.
After a few hours of working in silence, a phone call decided to break it.
Anastasia stared at her phone screen, a little stunned since the person who was calling her was the least of the people she thought would call her.
She picked up the call. "Hello."
"Are you still at your company?" Tracie asked from the other line, her voice calm and neutral.
"Y-yes—" She quickly checked the ti on her wristwatch. "I’m leaving soon, why?"
"I’m waiting outside, I want us to go sowhere," Tracie replied, then she hung up on the call without giving Anastasia a chance to ask why she was at the company.
Quickly, Anastasia arranged her files, grabbed her bag, and zood out of the office after wishing her employees a good night.
At the lobby, Tracie was seated on a chair, her legs crossed as she read a magazine.
She wore black pants, with an extra large black top, then a plain black baseball cap rested on the top of her head. In contrast with her dark makeup, one would think she was a school bully.
In addition to her aura that attracted attention, no one dared to co close to her as she naturally chewed a gum, flipping through another page of the magazine she was reading.
Feeling soone’s gaze on her, Tracie raised her head to find Anastasia staring at her.
"Why are you standing there looking at for? If you want a picture then I can pose for ya," Tracie casually said, dropping the magazine—uncrossing her legs, and fixing her cap as she pulled a smile on her lips which completely changed her deanor.
The employees who kept stealing glances at her nearly bumped into each other with just that action that almost blinded their eyes.
Unable to resist, Anastasia pulled out her phone and took a picture of her sister. Tracie ended up posing a few more tis until Anastasia was satisfied.
Since the ti Richard attacked her at the Clark mansion, Tracie had softened towards her, which not only took Anastasia by surprise, but she wished it would last longer.
"What are you doing here?" Anastasia asked as they stepped out of the building.
"I ca to pick you up. Besides, I want to take you sowhere," Tracie replied, her hands in her pocket, looking like a natural tomboy as she led Anastasia toward her car.
"We’re going sowhere?" Anastasia asked, her eyes widened in disbelief, and Tracie nodded.
Anastasia tried to cup her excitent as she allowed Tracie to take them where she wanted to take her.
However, as soon as they got out of the car, Ana’s excitent died down.
"Where’s this place?" She asked, glancing at the building before them.
"Co in." Tracie led the way, ignoring her question.
A few minutes later, Anastasia was in a sleeveless white cotton vest, and a pair of black pants with a gun in her hand. On her ears were ear protection and eye goggles rested on the bridge of her nose.
"I thought we were going shopping," she mumbled under her breath when she looked at herself in the mirror.
"Shopping? You should have said so and I would’ve taken you shopping," Tracie replied, cocking her gun and making the first shot at the dummy before them.
Anastasia grumbled so words under her breath while Tracie released a soft chuckle.
"I spoke with Xavier today and he said you aren’t that good at shooting. So, as a responsible elder sister I am, I’ve taken it upon myself to do the needful. That’s why I brought you to my shooting range to learn," Tracie explained.
"So, in case those shareholders start giving you a hard ti, you can just pull out your gun and give them a hole in the head. You don’t have to worry about their bodies, I will take care of it," she assured, firing another bullet at the dummy.
"You’re sothing else," Anastasia mumbled, aiming at her dummy, then firing. Unfortunately, she missed it. "If I rember correctly a few months ago, all you wanted to do was go and never co back. You said it several tis I was tempted to make it a ringtone of mine," she teased, chuckling but stopped when Tracie didn’t follow along.
"That was just being foolish and all, thinking my plan would work," Tracie said with a sad smile.
"What plan?" Anastasia asked with eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"I wanted you to hate , that was my plan. If I hadn’t left your side to help Xavier kill the assassin that was chasing us that ti, you wouldn’t have disappeared—you would have been with us. We would’ve never been separated."
Tracie’s face turned red and Anastasia got her bottled water imdiately.
After sipping, Tracie continued, "It was all my fault, and I kept blaming myself for everything. That was why after you were found, I thought the only way I could feel better was if you hated . I deserved to be hated anyway. I was so careless. I was the reason you disappeared."
Without further warning, Tracie burst into tears and Anastasia quickly wrapped her hands around her to soothe her, gently patting her back.
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