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meet Rogan’s gaze. The silence dragged on and the man could feel the first few beads of sweat trickling down his brow.
    Rogan was a master manipulator and by remaining silent for just the right amount of time, he managed to get the man to speak again, filling in the gaps he had left in the story the first time.
    “We spoke to the guy who snitched on her. He said that someone had given her this note and she had left almost instantly.” With nervous steps the man approached Rogan’s desk and holding out the orange slip of paper, he offered it with trembling hands to his boss.
    Slowly, as if unsure as to what was going on, Rogan took the note from the man, opening it quickly. The roar that burst from his mouth as he read the note did not sound human, it was pure animalistic rage. He hated being beaten and the fact that someone was one step ahead of him in his own city enraged him even more as he didn’t know where to begin looking.
    Slamming his fist down on the table, he reached out to grab the man’s collar with the other hand. Balling up the material in his clenched fist, he pulled the man’s face towards him.
    “I want a man on every inch of that campus. You hear me? You are to blend in and watch her until you are sure you can bring her in. No chances and no risk—you wait until it’s definite. I also want leverage: a relative, friend…anything that will give her no choice but to sign a contract, got it? You don’t move in on her until you have that.” Rogan’s voice was full of anger, hatred and cruelty as he gave his orders.
    The man nodded quickly, eager to please his boss and hopefully save his own life.
    “Screw it up and it’ll be your name at the top of my list.” With his threat made, Rogan released him from his grip, throwing him back a little harder than necessary to make his point clearer—not that it was needed. The man backed out of the door, never taking his eyes off Rogan before finally turning and fleeing to fulfil his task.
    Rogan pointed to his second in command as he left. “You go too. It seems you’re the only one I can trust to get a job done.”
    The man nodded and left straight away without as much as a question.
     
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    Cora only emerged from her room the next morning when it was absolutely necessary, and even then she was only going to class because she needed information. Sighing as she pulled on her shoes, Cora pushed herself up off the bed and out into the open plan living room and kitchen where Misty was sat reading.
    “Morning,” Cora grumbled, not quite awake as she moved to find something to eat—not that there was ever much around. They had enough to live off with Cora’s inheritance but they couldn’t buy everything in excess like before. For one, it drew attention and on another note, food was not allowed to be purchased in bulk anymore. You were rationed to certain items. Each house was given a list that was split into categories. If you could afford it, you could buy a total of three items per category every four days. Cora didn’t know how much of the food shortage was true or how much of it was Rogan exerting his control but she wouldn’t question the system out loud. At least they could purchase the maximum amounts.
    At one time Misty would have sat watching TV but now beside the odd news broadcast put out by Rogan or another cartel nothing was shown. It wasn’t like most could afford the extra electricity on their bill though, so the majority of their entertainment involved books and board games. It was a strange life considering what people who lived before the war had told her but it was all she had known. Technology and their advancements were only retained and important to those who remained rich and were above the system.
    Returning to sit next to Misty on the sofa, finally she looked up acknowledging her presence.
    “I wouldn’t stand too near the windows if I were you. There has been a man in black walking up and down for the last hour or