The Mehra Building::

The whole room is covered with exotic paintings and luxurious furniture. A soft smell of rose petals waves around the whole room. Shyra is sitting on her desk, eyeballs sharply pointed at the laptop screen. The right hand's fingers smoothly roam on keyboards while the other hand is busy holding document papers.

Her eyes continuously check some information on documents and typing on the laptop screen. After 3 hours of continuous work, she closed her laptop screen and put documents in a locked drawer.

Inhaling the soft smell of roses, she threw her head back on her comfort chair and closed her eyes. She took a landline in her hand and said with closed eyes," Milk on my desk."

And put that landline on her place lazily.

After some good minutes, someone knocked on her door; she said with closed eyes," You don't need to knock...how many times do I have to say that?"

With that, one old man enters the room and puts the cup of simple milk place on her desk. Shayre gives him a soft smile and takes a cup in her hands.

That old man said while putting one hand on her head with a soft smile as well," Happy Birthday, Sira...May God give you the happiest life ever."

His words made a smile stick on her lips; she said in a soft voice," My best friend, is with me; my life is already happiest."

That old man takes out a small box from his back pocket and places it in her hands. Sayra opens it with curiosity. It is a silver chain necklace with a small red heart pendant.

That old man said in his trembling tone, "It is not that expensive or exotic..." Shyra cut him with her sharp gaze and said before he could complete his sentence," Because it is more expensive and special than any real silver or gold necklace." And wear it on her neck. That old man smiled and left her room.

Shayra stands up from her comfort chair and makes her way to her balcony. She stands there with a milk cup in her hands, Gazing at the night lights and small cars passing through the roads.

A sense of discomfort takes place in her mind again and again. The intuitions that something is going to be too bad keep distracting her thoughts.

When her phone rang, she picked her up and a voice came from the other side," Boss! Secretary Liya is...is out of reach.Her home is locked. She is not answering any phone calls from her office phone or her phone. We even try her home phone number. A..a..and..." And with that, that person stopped speaking.

Shayla said with a serious, small tone," Complete your sentence."

That person said with a trembling voice," T...v...tv news is showing that...that...y...you...murder h..her..."

Shayra's eyes narrowed in confusion, and she said in a little loud tone of anger," What? Some news can't down our image. I am trying to reach him.."

That person said while collecting confidence," It's not some new Boss. It is all over the world news channels. Everyone has been streaming this news for the last 1 hour."

Shyra cut her call and opened the news channel on YouTube. With that blackness and tears take place in her eyes.