The sound of another equipment getting destroyed left the princ.i.p.al cowering in fear. "I...already told you... " He stammered in fear as he tried to fit himself under his home"s office desk.

Sara stood on the other side of the desk, wondering whether they were playing a hide and seek game. "You think I am joking?" Sara asked in a gentle but angry voice as she placed a hand on an expensive looking vase that had been carefully placed on the large shelf beside his work desk.

His office was well furnished. Even his furnis.h.i.+ng taste was exquisite. Most of the antiques and items which Sara believed to be irrelevant, were obviously expensive that she began to wonder how much he earned to be able to afford all of these or rather, how much money he had embezzled to furnish even his entire apartment so tastefully. "pl....ease not that!" he pleaded when he saw her hands on his precious vase. But it was too late. Sara carelessly let the vase fall from the top of the shelf. The sound of the broken vase resounded all over the room—same with his broken heart.

"I told you. I just want to know what happened with w.a.n.g Joreen"s grades. It wasn"t enough that you messed with her awards. Her exam grades were also despicable." She swallowed hard before warning "You should hurry up and say something before your family gets here. Things might get uglier"

"I really don"t know what you are talking about." He firmly denied.

She looked carefully at him. He was probably her Father"s age mate or a few years younger than her Father. It was the very reason why she had not taken drastic measures. But he on the other hand, was not making things easy for her. He was really p.i.s.sing the h.e.l.l out of her.

"Stop stalling. If you think the security would get a whiff of a break-in, then you are mistaking. Because today, it"s me and you!" Sara looked at the wall clock and spoke "In about 5 minutes when your wife and son gets inside the elevator, they are going to be stuck in there. Oh.. and I learnt your nine years old boy is claustrophobic. Poor him!" Sara said in mock pity.

She trusted Aunt Cixi to handle it. Cixi was always known to be bada.s.s. It was still a surprise to them that she was still a legitimate doctor.

Maybe he thought the pet.i.te girl in front of him who was wearing a simple s.h.i.+rt and trousers was only bluffing. He had thought so the moment he entered his apartment and saw her sitting on his desk with a club in her hand and a lollipop in her mouth. He knew he would have certainly charged at her if not for the club she held on her hand. The same golf club he had kept in his office was what she had used to turn his office into a mess. Even now, after she dropped the club, he realised he could not still do anything. Whether she was bluffing right now or not, he could not risk it. If she had been able to get into his well secured apartment, talk less about stopping an elevator.

His son... He knelt before her and began to cry. "It"s really not me... I was asked to do it... I swear... it"s really not me.. please believe me"

When she first asked him, he had tried to put the entire blame on Joreen"s homeroom teacher. She was not stupid. She would not have come here straight without meeting with Joreen"s homeroom teacher first. After having a "little chat" with him, he had informed her that the princ.i.p.al was responsible for it. He had been put in a tight corner and had no other choice than to do it.

"Give me a name" Sara ordered.

But he was still reluctant to do so.

"They hold something against you." She figured. "See why it"s not good to do bad things... It always comes biting in the future."

"Hypocrite!" She cussed herself. "Who are you to judge him when you are not even perfect?"

She pushed the thought out of her head to focus on what she had came here for.

Sara took note of the worried look in his eyes whenever he looked at his laptop. She smirked.

"I was going through your system before you came. And I saw some interesting things inside. Maybe you were blackmailed with it. Who knows?" She said as she took gentle steps to the other end of the desk where the laptop was stationed.

He suddenly became all jittery. How did she open his system? No no no.

"I will tell you. I will tell you everything" He said eagerly. "It was really not me"

"You have said that a thousand times already!" She yelled angrily at him. She only hoped he didn"t say "I swear, it"s really not me" again.

But then, it came "I swea...." Before he could finish, Sara angrily picked a book from his desk and threw it at him.

She sighed deeply. What kind of person is this? Was he programmed to repeat a particular sentence or was he just trying to p.i.s.s her off?

The moment she lifted the laptop from the table, he blurted out. "It was an E-mail! Please... not my system. I don"t know the person. They asked me to do it through an e-mail. I couldn"t trace him or her ..."

Sara"s eyes darkened.

"Go on!" She commanded without any intention of dropping the laptop.

"They.. they asked me to do it. They said I had to do it.. un...unless..."

"Speak up" She urged. Her eyes, totally dark.

"My...my dealings.. those things you"ve... you"ve seen." He pointed at the system. "They promised to expose it if I do not do it"

Sara was suddenly interested in whatever was inside the laptop. She had tried opening it but could not unlock it. She had only guessed that with the way he had been behaving, something big must have been inside the system. And he actually took the bait when she laid it.

She was not really interested in it because she was the "Give the world Justice blah blah" type. She was only interested because whatever it was, they had used it to get to Joreen and she was never going to let them be.

He saw her typing on her phone and impatiently wondered what she was up to.

When she was done, she looked at him and said "You"ve been so focused on your system and totally forgot about your family." She shook her head. "How pitiful."

He suddenly remembered them and asked. "How are they?"

"Do not worry. They were only delayed in the elevator. They should be arriving here soon" She carefully placed the laptop back on the desk and turned to leave. He couldn"t help heaving a sigh of relief. Finally, he was done with this devil.

Sara turned back to look at him and grinned wickedly before she took it up again.

"What... what are you trying to do?" He asked when he saw her opening her backpack that she had dropped on the ground earlier.

She carefully placed the laptop inside, carried the backpack and moved towards the window. They both heard the "ding" from the front door, alerting them that someone just entered the apartment. Probably his wife and son.

She smiled mischievously "It"s what you get for messing with a w.a.n.g"

Then, she took the window out.