Breaking the Order

A Crack in Control

The snow continued to fall, erasing the traces of what was left behind. A black SUV with tinted windows pulled up outside the warehouse. The door opened, and Mya appeared.

Her red hair stuck out in every direction, mirroring her personality. In her hand was a cigarette, the smoke curling in the cold air. She leaned against the car door, squinting at me.

—All done? Or do you want to give them a few more lessons?— she smirked, flicking ash from her cigarette.

—What do you have?— I asked, climbing into the car.

Mya leaned back into her seat, not in a hurry to pull out the tablet.

—I always have something, especially when it’s about the girl who left you alive, boss.—

—Selina Anders,— I repeated as she retrieved the tablet and turned it on.

—So, listen up. Second-year student. Majors in art history and psychology. Quite the combination, don’t you think?—

I didn’t reply. She continued, taking a drag from her cigarette.

—She’s smart, maybe too smart for her age. Her birthday was just yesterday. No surprise she ended up at the club.—

I nodded, taking the tablet from her hands. The screen displayed files, photos, and reports. I flipped through them, noting every detail.

—She’s nineteen,— I remarked, stopping at her date of birth.

Mya smirked, blowing out a stream of smoke.

—And so?—

—She’s too developed for her age,— I said, studying her photo. —The way she speaks, moves. That’s not the behavior of a nineteen-year-old.—

Mya chuckled, tapping her ash into the dashboard ashtray.

—Maybe she’s just ahead of her time. Or...— she glanced at me, her eyes glinting with interest. —Maybe she’s playing her own game.—

—Find out everything about her,— I ordered, my eyes still on the screen.

—We’re already on it,— she replied. —But here’s something interesting. She didn’t plan to save you. It was impulsive.—

—How do you know?— I asked, looking up.

Mya shrugged.

—I watched the camera footage. The girl didn’t expect to warn you about the car. Either she’s a genius, or she acted on instinct.—

I closed the tablet and handed it back to her.

—Send people. Keep an eye on her. And find her weaknesses.—

—Weaknesses?— Mya leaned forward, her smirk widening. —Boss, maybe you already found her weakness?—

I didn’t answer. Silence filled the car, broken only by the sound of tires cutting through the snowy road. Mya tossed the tablet onto the dashboard and lit another cigarette.

—Listen,— her tone turned serious, which rarely happened. —Maybe she’s not an enemy.—

I watched the snow outside, covering the city and hiding its chaos.

—If she’s not an enemy, then who is she?—

—Maybe just someone who ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time,— Mya replied, exhaling smoke. —But you don’t believe in coincidences, do you?—

I didn’t respond. But somewhere deep in my mind, her gaze resurfaced. Too confident, too direct for a nineteen-year-old.

"No, I don’t believe in coincidences."

Mya studied me, her penetrating gaze as sharp as ever.

—But really,— she said, narrowing her eyes slightly, —why are you so interested in her?—

I remained silent for a few moments, staring at the snow that continued to blanket the city.

—She played her role,— I finally said, sifting through memories of the previous night. —And she played it in a way no one else could.—

Mya smirked, tapping ash from her cigarette.

—So you think it was a performance?—

—No,— I replied, meeting her gaze. —That’s what makes her strong. She didn’t plan, didn’t manipulate. Everything she did was pure instinct and courage.—

Mya raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

—And that’s why you want to keep her close?—

I nodded, continuing:

—People who act on instinct are often far more dangerous than those who plan every move. She entered my world in one evening, not even knowing what kind of world it was. And her interference… it saved me, even if she didn’t realize how much.—

Mya exhaled another plume of smoke, her smirk returning.

—So, you see potential in her?—

—Potential,— I echoed, looking back out the window. —Or a threat. Maybe both.—

Mya chuckled, her eyes glinting with mischief.

—You always react like this to those who intrigue you? Or is this something new?—

—She’s not just intriguing,— I said, turning to her. —She reminded me that even in a predictable world, there can be exceptions.—

"She’s not just an exception. She’s a challenge. And I intend to find out who Selina Anders really is."

We drove into the city center, where the snow mixed with the glow of streetlights, reflecting off the sleek surface of the black SUV. I watched this world—my world. Ordered, predictable, ruled by my decisions.

But now I saw a crack. Small, but noticeable. Her name was Selina Anders. She appeared like a flash in the night, upending the usual order.

"What happens if she becomes part of this world?" I thought.

Or… "what happens if she destroys it?"

I caught my reflection in the window, a faint smile tugging at my lips.

"We’ll find out. But I’m not letting her go."