Flatrate

Inside the bag were metal containers emitting strong chemical fumes—illegal biological materials from an underground lab in Asia. The woman, terrified, claimed she didn’t know what she was carrying—just that she’d been paid to deliver it discreetly. Security locked down the terminal instantly. Emergency response teams rushed in. Experts later confirmed the materials were experimental…

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Lada stood over a giant rat—grotesque, with yellowed teeth and eyes like glass. Tatyana realized the truth: Lada hadn’t been dangerous… she’d been protecting them. The chickens, the growling, the shadows—warnings they’d failed to understand. As winter deepened, the house grew darker. Dima woke screaming. Tatyana’s cough returned. Then one night, a window shattered inward—no…

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When the waiter saw her, his face dropped. Then he spotted me — and realized who I was. The meal went smoothly; the staff, knowing I was the new owner, made sure everything was flawless. Then, I stood up and called the waiter over. I asked him to explain how we treat guests. Nervously, he…

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With Elaine’s help, I gathered details like a detective on a mission. The man’s name? Trevor — courtesy of his flashy briefcase. He worked in finance and had a fear of flying so obvious, even his whiskey couldn’t hide it. Between Elaine’s sharp memory and my internet sleuthing, we built a perfect profile. Then came…

CONTINUE READING… “2/ Rude Passenger Cracked My Laptop Mid-Flight — So I Cracked His Ego Instead” »

I confronted Leslie. She swore it was an accident — something about “airing out the smell” and “a lawnmower mishap.” Strange how Stuart’s suit survived just fine. My dad believed her, of course. Said I should just wear slacks. But luck was on my side. Our neighbor, Mrs. Elizaveta — old, nosy, sweet — had…

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