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REVENGE

As a sleek, modern car approached the driveway, with lights of skyscrapers and road lights
glinting on the windscreen, a man stepped out. Tired with a day’s work, tired of the eternal
complaints of customers, tired of everything that happened at work. He had something to
look forward to, his daughter. She was the only thing that gave him some sort of
happiness. She would be waiting for him at the doorstep, or she would be doing
homework. On the rare occasions, he felt cross with her, he often regretted it. She was
everything to him, and he would do anything for her.

That day, he entered his apartment, and called his daughter several times but as there was
no reply he went to the living area. He saw her lying on the floor, his heart felt like it
stopped beating. He checked her pulse. She was alive. He was relieved. But the problem
was why was she unconscious?

He became aware of why when he heard footsteps. He stood up immediately. An elderly
woman stood before him. “What are you doing in my apartment?” he asked. She replied
with an evil smile and took off the white wig that lay on her hair and took off her large
burly spectacles.

“Recognise me now?” She questioned him with a smile. She was there. She was the one
who he hid from all his life, it was because of her, that he was always on the run, she was
the reason he had to keep working in a boring office all day. But he never knew who she
actually was, no-one knew. She was known by her code-name ‘Eagle’.

“Why are you here?” He asked her angrily.

“Follow me and you will find out” She replied with an evasive tone.

He followed her to his room, and she moved with a complete understanding of where
everything was, which only added to his curiosity. She took out some photos which he hid
in the corner of his cupboard. He had been sure it wasn’t visible and was surprised at how
she found it.

“How did you get these photos?” She asked with a business-like tone.

“They were given to me by one of my fellow workers.”

“Then why did you hide it?”

“I thought it would come to use one day.” He replied with a rather uninterested tone.

“For what? Blackmail? Selling it to someone? Tell me the truth. Why? Who gave this to you?”

“I prefer not to answer, I left your organisation in the hope of never meeting you again.”