Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

CLARA

The dim glow of our laptop screens were the only sources of light in the large basement room.

The intercom rang and I immediately picked it up.

"There's been another tip, Clara," she said in her usual calm voice.

"Send it in," I said as I opened up the tab where I receive the anonymous messages or phone calls we get. "Abused teen and mother, address attached. Urgent," she summarized as the message popped in.

"Thanks," I said, taking it from her. "I'll pass this to the retrieval team."

I scanned the address before I went on to read the lengthy message someone must have frantically typed.

The message was typed by a thirteen year old who was forced to reach out because his jobless mom was too scared to leave his abusive stepfather. His step father is currently out of the state and they need help before he returns tonight. Quickly, I typed out the details in our secure chat, flagged it as high priority, and sent it off to the retrieval team.

I have only worked for a few months at the charity house before I got promoted here and so far, so good.

One day, the head of the charity organization where I worked before had called me and commended me on my good work ethics and passion for my job.

It was then I found out that my boss was the son of abusive parents, both mother and father. I still found it hard to believe that he grew up to be such a kind man.

It turned out that he was not only affiliated to an underground charity network, but he was also its founder. His other charity branches were an extension of that underground network.

who tried to help him always got hurt as his parents were important figures in the society so he

eyes to the number of people in abusive homes but are either too scared to reach out or

sent the necessary info to the retrieval team and ensured that they had gotten on the move, I

help but haven't gotten any yet. Some cases weren't straightforward: no names, just pleas for help

my burner phone buzzed on the desk. I picked it up, expecting a routine check-in or another update from a different branch. Instead, I heard

first, it was just static and faint words and I briefly wondered where whoever was trying to

I knew this one was

"-take the boy first-"

too young. Besides, how do we manage that? He's always

"We can-"

was a lady's voice, firm and definite. "Amie is our only

the phone

voice, calmer, but just as cold, replied. "What time

The kid will be

mother? Is that

ears. They were planning a kidnap, and it wasn't just some random attempt at

calmer voice continued. "We can't afford any loose

"We know what we're doing." Then

do you care

the call ended abruptly with

rising and falling as I tried