The Rise Of The Ugly Luna novel Chapter 43

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A heavy lump formed in my throat.

“I’ll just forward the footage to you.”

“Okay. Thank you. So much.”

The call ended.

I inhaled nervously.

While I was hurting, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something might’ve happened to me that night. Something I did not remember.

I eagerly waited for the footage, but the manager appeared to be slow, and until I reached my destination, the footage did not come.

I stared at the tall building in front of me.

Ugh. Was I making the right decision?

Yes.

Grabbing my bag and file, I stepped out of the car, into TCH.

The place was bright and busy.

Large, glass windows lined one wall, allowing natural light to flood the space. Colorful artwork adorned the walls, providing small bursts of warmth amid the clinical atmosphere.

The reception desk buzzed with activity as calls were answered and visitors were directed.

Sitting in the reception, I put a call through to the woman I was supposed to meet. I told her I was there, and in a few minutes, she joined me.

When I told father about my plan, he gave me her contact, saying she was an old friend and would link me up.

“Good morning, ma’am.” I greeted her as I stood with my bag.

“Lyric, dear. How’re you doing?”

“I’m fine.”

She accessed me. “The name is Helen. Congratulations, on becoming the Luna of Darkspire.”

I bit my lip as I lowered my eyes.

What I should be getting was sympathy, not congrats.

She led into the elevator where we went up to the fourth floor.

“Your father tells me you’re quite good at what you do” Helen said as we walked down the corridor.

“Yes. And I love helping people.” I was a little distracted by the glimpse of sick people I saw through the windows. “Then, I believe you’ll be of great help here.” We stopped in front of a door. “She is the head of this department. I already told her you were coming and put in a good word for you. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get this.” She winked at me. Knocking once on the door, she opened the door to a familiar face behind the desk. I froze for a moment as I locked eyes with Marta.

Huh? She was the head of this department?

“Hello, Marta. She’s the lady I told you about,” Helen introduced, stepping into the room ahead of me.

“Oh.” Marta seemed surprised. Then displeased.

Forcing my legs to move, I made my way into the office, my fingers fiddling with the strap of my bag.

Helen winked at me and left.

“Lyric.” Marta’s voice held no warmth. “Take a seat.”

I did.

Glancing at her, a bitter memory from that night resurfaced, reopening healing wounds.

Four nights ago, on the night Jaris and I had mated, I had been heading to his room to see if I could get an answer from him. Then, I found Marta leaving.

She was wearing a red revealing dress, trying to straighten her ruffled hair. I didn’t need anyone to tell me those lips had been kissed. And when saw me, she had worn a triumphant smile.

I was beyond wounded. I couldn’t believe that Jaris had slept with her on a night like that. I understood that we were not

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supposed to have any form of romance, but how could he disrespect our bond like that?

“You want to work here?” Marta asked, pulling me out of my painful trance.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing my composure on. “Yes.”

“Why?”

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