The Price Of Sincerity
A Photo

Jane opened her eyes a while ago. He sat on the soft sofa that turned his back on the morning sunlight that entered the room. The place was like his own home. Sit back without any burden. Comfortable and fragrant room that soothes the room.

She's surprised. No one is not surprised if they wake up in a new place they first saw, especially if they wake up on a bed that does not know who the owner is. As soon as he woke up, he immediately sat down and his eyes immediately glared at the surroundings. He began to go around corner by corner of the room he was in now.

The place is not too different from his apartment but can not be said to be the same, just that the items there look more expensive and more elegant than the items he placed in his apartment. For a moment she was able to calm down because there was no one, and the most soothing was her dress that was still well attached to her body.

Jane saw some photos on the wall and on the table, she felt a little relieved. He knew the man in the picture, only familiar. That's Max, the guy who was with her at the party and drove her home. No, take him to that place. And what makes it even more relieved is the photo of Max and Devan.

Jane's bored, she doesn't know how to contact the guy. And she can't reach Shara because she doesn't know where her phone is, she'll somehow contact Shara to pick her up, and she also doesn't know where she is now. Just waiting for what he can do now. He got up from the sofa he had occupied for almost an hour, walking towards the shelf near the large table in the corner of the room.

Jane stepped slowly past the long shelf while observing a row of trophies, fancy parcels, antiques and some photos.

"Well, it turns out he's a director of the company. AVC, hemm. I seem to see that brand a lot."

He did not want to be late thinking about where he saw her, Jane continued to step until her steps stopped somewhere and her eyes were fixed on one point. A picture, Jane stared at him for a long time. Suddenly her body trembled and her body weakened just like that, Jane took the photo with her trembling hands. So shaky, he made the photo fall to the floor, creating a puddle of broken glass that bounced far apart. He stepped back, continuing to retreat until his back hit the support pole that was there.

Deg. Deg. Deg. Deg.........

Tight, his chest felt very tight. His breath came out irregular. Medicine, he needs medicine. Can't, he can't walk and take his medicine in the bag. The briefcase? He didn't even know where his bag was despite having walked through the room. He could not even feel the pain of his leg being hit by the broken glass, just the tightness and unbearable headache.

The pieces of memory that appeared in his head made his entire head seem to want to come out, wanting to explode with the rush of a row of past visions that suddenly appeared quickly and briefly. The memories were alternating so quickly that he did not know what to think.

Clamps. Door opens.

“I—aku not wrong. I don't—don't do it. really... I— “.

Jane was unconscious, she was lying on the floor of the sparkling mica ceramic.

Max walks into his apartment in a blue suit on his arm, then throws him off the couch. He walked closer to his favorite bed. Max threw his body. He smelled something, he smelled it last night while lifting Jane in his arms. Suddenly made himself immediately aghast to get up and see the surrounding no one.

“Where is he. Has he left?” Max searched the woman, from the bathroom, the dressing room, under her desk and his legs jolted at the sight of a woman lying on the floor.

“Hey, what are you doing there?” there's no answer. “Jane.”

Max walked closer to the table, he called the woman's name again and there was still no answer. His eyes caught the shards of glass that was under Jane's feet, quickly making himself crouch down and turning the woman's body facing towards him.

“What happened, hey. Build.”

“Prepare my car. Fast.” Max says after pressing the orange button in the elevator.

Once through the exit and entrance of the apartment, a Bugatti car is parked in front of him. A man got out of the car and opened the front door for her. Max immediately put Jane in the car as soon as the door opened, the woman sat in the front seat next to the steering wheel.

As soon as he made sure Jane was sitting safely, Max rushed into the car, he arranged the car seat so that Jane could be a little lying down and put her seat belt on and leave her apartment. Max pressed a button on his steering screen, a navigation.

“Nearby hospital,” Max said upon hearing the beep. Max quickly followed the directions so he could get to the hospital quickly.

Max again held Jane in his arms, took her in and laid her on the patient's bed. The doctor who came to check her and the nurse who was with the doctor pushed Max backwards to be able to close the curtain.

The man was agitated, he had not even touched the woman. In addition, the woman was unconscious in her apartment. Max paced back and forth several times, until the sound of the phone ringing in his pocket stopped his activities.

“Ya?”

“Where are you? The client from Chicago has arrived. Don't tell me you're late, yeah.” Dye emphasized her words.

“Cancel. I'm in the hospital now,”

“What? What the hell's going on? Were you in an accident?” Dye sounds enthusiastic. Max who heard it could only take a deep breath and exhale it quickly. It seems the man was hoping he had an accident.

“Do you curse me, ha?”

“No, no. Then what are you doing there?”

“Cancel. And find out about that woman yesterday, Jane Morgan. You remember the woman we saw on the beach, right? Get the manager's phone number and send him to the hospital. I don't know what hospital this is, but it's close to my apartment. Only 5 minutes away.”

“What do you mean? Wasn't you with Ziya last night, why were you suddenly with that woman? And at the hospital? Are you waiting for him?”

“Don't ask much, just do it. Fast.”

Max was looking for a place to sit. He stroked his face with all his palms, his toes inside the shoes could not stop moving. Honestly, being hated is there. He hated to smell the hospital and see people coming in and out of consciousness.

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