Sylus & Me Forever

Sylus&Me1314

That was her password. The "1314," pronounced in Chinese as yī sān yī sì, is homophonic to "forever" in Chinese. So, it meant Sylus & Me forever.

"I'm so cringey." She shook her head as she clicked to sign in, though she couldn't help the pain that shot through her heart at the mere mention of his name.

Looking at the 99+ of unread messages, she couldn't help but shook her head. Most of them were emails she hadn't read during her lifetime, and there were also several new ones.

Thinking about it, she couldn't even remember the last time she had logged into this email account. Constantly drowning in tears and betrayal had made her lose the will to live, so as far as she could remember, it had probably been about four months.

"I'mma read them later," she muttered, going to the search section to look for the email address of the cleaner.

Yes, this was the only loophole she couldn't leave open. Otherwise, it would be bad if the cleaner later went to clean her grandma's house. Thank goodness she had overseen the whole thing herself.

After a few seconds of searching, she finally found the email address and composed a termination email. With a focused expression, her hand moved quickly on the keyboard as she began typing.

Subject: Termination of Cleaning Services

Dear Miss Blue,

I hope you're doing well. I want to take a moment to thank you for your services over the past years. However, I have recently hired a new cleaner, so I will no longer be needing your services moving forward.

Please consider this email as formal notice of termination, effective immediately. Kindly ensure that you do not return to clean the house again. If you have any personal belongings or supplies left behind, please let me know so we can arrange for their return.

I appreciate your time and effort, and I wish you all the best.

Best regards,

Brianne Hathaway.

She took a deep breath and re-read the email to ensure there were no errors before clicking Send.

"I'm sorry, this is the only source of income I know."

Of course, she knew the woman might go into deep shock after seeing the sender. After all, she was supposedly dead. But it had only been a few days, so there was a high chance the cleaner would think it was due to some sort of delay in the email system.

Whatever.

"Now, the next thing to do is to change this password." With that, she went to the settings.

"What should I change it to?"

"Mmm, Gianna0123?"

"That sounds good..." she murmured and immediately reset the password. She wanted no connection to the past, to him, ever again. He was an unfortunate love she didn't dare think about anymore. She was traumatized enough.

In the middle of her action, she heard footsteps. Raising her head, she saw two fit officers in uniform.

She raised a brow as she clicked to save the password. They're here.

"Hello, are you Miss Hathaway?" one of them asked, checking her out.

"Yes," she confirmed with a nod.

The officers exchanged a glance before the first officer, the one with thick wavy hair, spoke up.

"We received your complaint about Mr. Kaye East. You reported a total of seven hundred dollars in stolen goods, along with CCTV footage as evidence."

Gianna nodded and explained. "Yes, I sent everything over earlier. He's been taking things from my mother's store for months. She's been patient, and so have I, but yesterday, he walked in, took another drink, and refused to pay before heading straight to work. That was the last straw, so I decided to call you guys."

"Are you related by any chance? Or do you owe him money or anything?" the second officer asked, a hint of curiosity in his tone. It was indeed strange—someone walking into another person's store, taking things, and refusing to pay. That was more than just shameless.

Gianna felt a bit embarrassed to admit the former owner had any relationship with that kind of dude, but she knew she had no choice. She could only nod calmly.

"Yes, he is actually my fiancé. And no, I owe him nothing. His reason for refusing to pay is that we're going to be married in the future, so he thinks he can take anything from my store without paying a dime. I know there's no connection between those two things, but yes, that's his reason. So I had no choice but to call you guys."

The officers' expression showed amazement—they couldn't believe his ears.

"That's really..." The officer could only shook his head as he doesn't know what to say again.

The first officer spoke up. "It's okay now. We've reviewed the footage, and it's clear that Mr. East has been taking items without payment. Since the total amount exceeds the petty theft threshold, this is considered larceny. Based on the evidence, we can proceed with an arrest."