Disaster

Episode4

"Please let me go Daniel, my mother must be worried," said Camila, begging Daniel.

"Don't expect me to free you, Camila," said Daniel, smiling sarcastically.

Daniel felt satisfied seeing the look of despair on Camila's face. "Feel old woman! I warned you never to interfere in my business. This is the consequence if you interfere in Daniel's life." While the plane continued to speed towards its destination, Camila's mother, filled with panic, ran as fast as she could towards the departure gate. She broke through airport security with teary eyes, a desperate cry calling out her daughter's name. However, his efforts were in vain. The plane had flown away, taking Camila away, keeping her away from her mother who continued to cry in the airport yard.

Camila continued to stare at her mother's face through the plane window, the desire to hug her was so strong, but it was difficult to escape Daniel's grasp. "What did I do wrong, Niel? Why are you so brave?" he asked desperately. Daniel just answered, "Just ask your mother!" without looking at him. Camila tries to explain that her mother was just a tailor, perhaps not recognizing Daniel. However, Daniel rebuked her, "Don't play dumb, Camila. You definitely know about this!" in a high tone. The more he asked for an explanation, the more Daniel was reluctant to tell. "I don't think she really knows about this," thought Daniel, "but I don't care! Mrs. Sheilla has ruined my life, and she has to feel all this."

Mrs. Sheilla panicked and felt devastated. He wanted to report this incident to the police, but fear crept into his mind. "What would happen if the big secret that I had been hiding for years was revealed?" he said. Worrying about his fate, especially his child, made him hesitate to move forward.

He sat in the living room of his house, dark in the middle of the night, thinking hard. Every option feels difficult. "Should I take the risk of reporting Daniel, or just let it happen to protect my big secret?" The uncertainty made him feel alone, trapped in a maze of difficult choices.

"If it continues like this I'm going to go crazy!" said Mrs. Sheilla massaged her head.

Mrs. Sheilla took a deep breath, trying to calm herself as the statement echoed in her small room. He felt like he was trapped in a complicated and dangerous game.

"Our target managed to escape abroad." Hearing that statement, Mrs Sheilla took a deep breath as if she couldn't believe she could be so careless, "Sorry," said Mrs Sheilla. "Do you think that by apologizing our target will come back? If you are no longer able to, please resign!" he said, hanging up the phone.

Mrs. Sheilla sighed, closing her eyes for a moment to ease the tension that filled her. When she opened her eyes, her focus was back on her computer screen, "There's no time for regrets."

"The man is smart. He has a reputation as a master manipulator, able to track every move and evade every attempt to capture him, but I'm sure this hand will catch up to him eventually."

Various tools and resources at her fingertips, Mrs. Sheilla began tracking her target's whereabouts. She examined every digital footprint, analyzed behavioral patterns, and mapped out her network of contacts. There was no limit to her dedication in ensuring that her target would not escape her reach.

"Her leaving at the same time as Camila, could it be..." Anxiety was getting the better of Mrs. Sheilla.

Every step of the way, even small mistakes could lead to big failures, but she also knew that success required more than just technical expertise. It also requires intuition, analytical acumen, and the ability to think outside the box." Mrs. Sheilla said seriously.

As time passed, Mrs. Sheilla was getting closer to her target. She could feel the man's presence at her fingertips. But she was not satisfied with that. She wanted more than just to discover his whereabouts, Mrs. Sheilla wanted to capture and investigate if he was the one who took Camila away.

Finally, after days of intense investigation, Mrs. Sheilla managed to identify the location of her target. Without hesitation, she immediately devised a plan to capture him. Together with her team, they strategized carefully, considering every possibility and preparing themselves for any eventuality.

"There he is!" she said, clenching her fist.

"Mrs. Sheilla, don't make the same mistake, we have to investigate more before labeling the target."

Mrs. Sheilla was in a tremendous quandary between continuing the mission with her team or looking for Camila's whereabouts. "After I found out that Camila's whereabouts were not far from where the target was, it turned out that my guess was wrong, it was not the man who took my daughter but another man. Gosh, why is my ordeal this severe?"

Mrs. Sheilla leaned her head, which felt so heavy.

"Mrs. Sheilla, are you alright?" asked Mrs. Sheilla's partner.

"No, my body is weak. Can I rest for a while before continuing this mission?" said Mrs. Sheilla in a pleading tone.

"Well, you'd better rest first," he replied, continuing the mission alone.

"Thank you."

After her partner's departure, Mrs. Sheilla went back to tracking Camila's whereabouts. "I hope I can find you, my child."

Mrs. Sheilla arrived at the apartment she suspected Camila to be in, her heart pounding as she waited for the door to open.

"I've been waiting for an hour but, there's no movement."

Mrs. Sheilla finally had the idea of disguising herself as a cleaning service. She pressed the bell until the door finally opened. A beautiful woman stood before her.

"Good morning, Miss," Mrs. Sheilla greeted her kindly.

"Good morning." The woman came back in and went into the bathroom.

"Camila isn't here. Who took Camila's phone? Is it possible that she was in cahoots with that man or did someone do that on purpose to make it difficult to trace?" Mrs. Sheilla found Camila's phone under the table. She quickly picked it up and took it away.