Back in her room, Luna wondered what he meant by that, what does he have to lose? He has everything one needs to live comfortably. His wealth is generational, he's healthy, successful, and famous internationally. So what else does he think he'll lose? The thought lingered in her mind.
She sat on her bed. Dawn was close, but sleep refused to come. She sighed and yawned.
She needed to do something, anything at all. She couldn't just sit idly. Standing up, she walked around the room, then stopped by the window. She opened it and looked outside at the silent world.
Houses with lights shining brightly, people still walking around with no care in the world, her eyes followed them as they passed. Everyone has an issue they're yet to heal from. Some people mask theirs and live their lives, while others act on it, letting everyone know that they're broken.
Luna wondered which category she fell into. Maybe she was in both, she didn't know, and she couldn't tell either.
She thought about her mission and her whole being. She was deeply hurt by her brother's death, which led her to abandon her life and focus her entire existence on her mission of revenge.
She remembered her smooth infiltration into the Roth mansion. Her work there was actually manageable and less exhausting. She was able to handle all the cleaning and chores because she'd done menial jobs before, including her last job at the bookstore, which also involved cleaning and dusting shelves from time to time.
Her mind drifted to her plans. She had made progress, she learned about Michael Gross, met him, and was able to get tangible information from him. She also found documents containing information about her brother. She now knew he was deeply linked to the Roth family and had also discovered Lucien's inner desires. All these she had learned within just a month of staying there. She sighed; at this rate, she was going to become a certified detective.
How was her brother linked to the Roths? That question lived rent-free in her mind. Michael Gross had said he was a great employee who was killed because he found out something he shouldn't have. But now, after going through Lucien's office and finding a picture of them from their younger days, she didn't know what to think anymore.
Was Dave who she thought he was? Did her mum know about his relationship with the Roths and pretend all this while? Just what was happening?
She felt like she was going crazy, but she couldn't afford to, not now when her goal was nearing its peak. There were so many questions in her mind, yet no one to give her the answers she needed. She would have to find out by herself.
You know the saying, "You find out from thehorse's mouth." But what if the horse doesn't have an answer to give? She would've asked her brother, but he was no more. She couldn't ask Lucien either, that would only confirm his suspicions about her. She couldn't ask her mum too, since she was against her digging into her brother's death.
This was the situation Luna found herself in, stuck, yet determined. She knew she would pull through. It will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not yet the end.
Her thoughts drifted to her greatest obstacle which is Lucien Roth. He had proven to be a major hindrance to her goals. It was as if he was trying to slowly pull her out of the ocean she had chosen to drown in. What scared her most was that she was letting him.
No, she couldn't allow that. All her efforts couldn't amount to nothing. She shook her head and sighed. It seemed he was now monitoring her every move. This wouldn't do.
First, she needed to find out how he was connected to her late brother. Her feelings didn't matter now, she told herself. She had to stay focused on her mission. She couldn't afford to lose focus, not now.
The wind blew past her, and she felt a chill. She closed the window and strolled back to her bed, lying down. The time was far spent; soon, she'd need to wake up and start her morning duties. She decided to force herself to sleep.
Saying a little prayer, she closed her eyes and finally allowed the warm hands of sleep to draw her in.