[THE NEXT DAY 2:30pm]

  Meesha arrived at the rehearsal hall, with her bodyguards flanking her to prepare for the big runway show the following night. She had been practicing for a week, perfecting her stride and poses, and she was determined to dazzle the audience.

  As she made her way to the catwalk, Meesha spotted Jacinta, a model from that industry, chatting with her manager, Brittney.

  Meesha waved and Jacinta's eyes flicked to Meesha, fake smile on her face. Meesha, oblivious to Jacinta's insincerity, returned the greeting, exchanging a few pleasantries before moving on to her rehearsal.

  As soon as Meesha was out of earshot, Jacinta's expression twisted into a scowl. She sneered, mimicking Meesha's greeting, and Brittney snickered in agreement.

  "I hate that Meesha," Jacinta spat, her voice venomous. "She's always oppressing me with her perfect face and body. Everyone fawns over her, and it's just so...infuriating."

  Brittney nodded sympathetically, her eyes flashing with malice. "I know, right? She's got everything: fame, wealth, a perfect lifestyle. It's just not fair."

  Jacinta's jealousy simmered, boiling over into a toxic rage. "I hate her so much, I want her dead. She should just die and leave this world to people who actually deserve it."

  Brittney nodded in agreement, but she said nothing, merely watching as Jacinta's anger escalated.

  "Tomorrow, I'll make sure I end her once and for all," Jacinta hissed, her voice dripping with malice. "I'll kill her during her precious runway show."

  Brittney asked curiously. "How do you plan on doing that?"

  Jacinta's smile was cunning, her eyes glinting with malevolence. "You'll see. Just make sure you're in the front row, so you can get a good view of the action."

  Brittney nodded, a conspiratorial glint in her eye. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

  As they chatted, Brittney's expression turned sly. "You know, I've been wanting to tell you something. Something that will make you very happy."

  "What is it?" Jacinta asked eagerly.

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  Brittney leaned in, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "I have a way we can ruin Meesha's reputation once and for all."

  Jacinta's eyes lit up with excitement. "What is it? Tell me!"

  Brittney glanced around the room, ensuring they were out of earshot. "You know how I accidentally splashed paint on Meesha yesterday?"

  Jacinta nodded. "Yes, I remember. You said it was an accident."

  Brittney's grin grew wider. "Well, it wasn't an accident. And I have something even better. Before Meesha went to change, I installed a camera in her private dressing room."

  Jacinta's eyes widened in shock. "You didn't!"

  Brittney nodded, a triumphant smile on her face. "I did. And I have nude pictures of Meesha. Lots of them."

  Jacinta's face lit up with glee. "Let me see!"

  Brittney handed over her phone, and Jacinta scrolled through the images, her grin growing wider with each passing moment.

  "Thank you, Brittney," Jacinta purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You're the best. If we release these pictures, Meesha's reputation will be ruined."

  Brittney nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Should we release them now?"

  Jacinta's smile grew wider. "Not yet. We'll release them tomorrow night, after...you know. Even after she's gone, she'll still have a bad reputation left behind."

  As they cackled with glee, Meesha remained blissfully unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows, her focus solely on perfecting her runway walk and dazzling the audience.

  After her rehearsal, she packed up to leave. As she walked, Jacinta approached. "Goodbye, Meesha," she cooed, her voice laced with insincerity. "Good luck on your runway show tomorrow."

  Meesha smiled, feeling a warmth in her chest. "Thank you, Jacinta. No one has ever wished me luck since I started. Your words means so much to me."

  Jacinta returned the smile, a malevolent intent hidden behind.

  "Okay, goodbye," Meesha bade. She walked out of the hall, heading back home.

  *********

  [THAT EVENING]

  Xanqer sat in the backseat of his car, his piercing gaze fixed on the cityscape unfolding outside the tinted windows. Davis navigated the vehicle through the congested streets with ease, his eyes darting occasionally to the rearview mirror to check on his boss.

  Xanqer's phone buzzed, breaking the silence. He picked it up, his expression unreadable. But as he saw Meesha's name flashing on the screen, a subtle smile crept onto his face, softening his features.

  "Hello?" he answered, his deep voice low.

  Meesha's gentle voice drifted through the speaker, laced with a hint of boredom. "Xanqer, I'm so bored and lonely. Haven't you left your office yet?"

  Xanqer's smiled. "I'm on my way," he replied, his tone firm but gentle.

  Meesha's sigh was audible, but Xanqer could sense a hint of playfulness beneath her bored tone. "Do you need me to get anything on my way back?" he asked, his voice taking on a slightly softer edge.

  Meesha's voice perked up, infused with excitement. "Yes! You know those jelly-bliss-bite?"

  Xanqer's eyebrow shot up, his expression skeptical. "What's that?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

  Meesha's laughed. "It's my favorite snack, silly! It's available in supermarkets. Just say you want to buy JBB, they'll understand."

  Xanqer's smile returned, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Okay," he said, his voice low and husky. "I'll grab some JBB on my way home."

  Meesha's voice turned sultry, sending a shiver down Xanqer's spine. "Come home quick, Xanqer. I'm waiting for you."

  The line went dead, leaving Xanqer's smile lingering on his face. He turned to Davis, his expression serious once more. "Pull over at the next supermarket. I need you to pick up something."

  Davis nodded, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror before returning to the road. "Yes, sir."

  As the car pulled into the supermarket parking lot, Xanqer's eyes scanned the surrounding area, his gaze piercing. He turned to Davis, his voice firm. "Go inside and buy a packet of JBB. I want it now."

  Davis nodded, his expression neutral. "Yes, sir. Right away."

  Xanqer watched as Davis disappeared into the supermarket, his eyes narrowing slightly as he waited for Davis to return with the snack. A few minutes later, Davis emerged from the store, a packet of JBB in hand.

  Xanqer's eyes flicked to the packet, a small smile playing on his lips. "Good," he said, his voice low. "Let's go home."

  As the car pulled out of the parking lot, Xanqer's thoughts turned to Meesha, his heart beating slightly faster at the prospect of seeing her soon. He leaned back in his seat, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his expression unreadable. But beneath his imposing exterior, a spark of warmth glowed, reserved solely for the woman who waited for him at home.