Rising Phoenix

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ottom in the blink of an eye. Such was the case for me after the devastating loss of my only family. I became a hollow shell, struggling to piece myself together and fo

driver gestured brusquely, urging me to move my car as the traffic light turned green

er hair, I had managed to steal a fleeting glance just before her sentencing. From what I could recall, the person I saw matched her description. Confusion washed over me, but deep down, I knew it was her. How could I forget the face

t, I knew this wasn't the time or place. I needed to gather myself, to strategist my actions meticulously. With a lingering quest

dial a number-a lifeline that held the answers I sought. Restless thoughts swirled in

d my notice. Though I wasn't directly involved in her case, her actions left an indelible mark on my life. I refused to let her roam free, to

familiar voice of my trusted infor

serve another year. Find out when she was released and who authorized it,"

o you as soon as possible," he replied urge

h a sense of frustration and urgency. What had my team and I been doing for the past four years if her release remained concealed? I anxiously awaited answers, kno

ry detail that could aid me in devising my next move. I took a deep breath, attempting to compose

swers I sought lay on the other end of that line. With a renewed sense o

ea bargain. However, the identity of the person who authorized her r

ered her today, she might have remained hidden indefinitely, granting her the power to wreak havoc on my life once more. Determined to unveil the pup

manage to elude our surveillance completely? What were you all doing for the past four years if her

t someone orchestrated a cover-up to keep her release hidden from our vie

red this world. I need that file on my desk before dusk. Consider this yo

was protecting her-a person in a position of power, eluding the vigilant eyes o

h the full extent of this intricate web of deception. As each second ticked by,

came the familiar voice of Mr. Miller, one o

uthoritative tone, "Yes, Mr. Miller. I was wonderi

prominent figure in our nation, held significan

d before he responded, "A

information about her release," I reiterated, my cu

nt sentence, and she was meant to remain behind bars until next year," his voice se

th controlled resolve, I replied, "I trust, Mr. Miller, that your anger is not directed toward me. However,

d by the news, and I couldn't control my emotions," he offered

I am not one to forgive easily, nor do I tolerate dis

ill keep that in mind," he

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he inquired, striving t

the weight of that revelati

end as if the gravity of those wor