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It had been a crazy day, full of drama and chaos, but finally there was peace. Sweet, golden peace.
Penny was in her closet, rummaging through clothes like a detective on a mission. Tonight was the night she was going to work out. For real this ti. Osvaldo had inford her earlier and as she stared at the clicking clock, she had just ten minutes to prepare for her weight loss.
Thought Penny had no idea what he would do for her. It could be work out it drugs but she knew she had to prepare for it.
Her heart did a little nervous tap dance. It had been over two years since she even looked at a treadmill. Why? Because back then, she’d worked out for months and saw absolutely zero change. Not even a half-ab! Just disappointnt.
Her usual big round belly and extra back folds.
"Aha! There you are!" she grinned, pulling out her old black gym leggings like they were long-lost treasure.
She’d been eating clean for two years now. No pizza. No burgers. Not even fries. That’s how serious she was. Just dry oats and fruits.
So, clearly, she hadn’t gained weight. Right?
These leggings were about to prove her right.
She tugged them on. Well... she tried to. The leggings clung to her thighs like a toddler with separation anxiety. For so reason, it couldn’t go up.
"Wait... were these always this tight?" she mumbled, squeezing herself in. Then she turned to the full-length mirror and, boom!
She was... bigger. Much bigger. And not the good kind of bigger.
Thanks to wearing oversized clothes 24/7, she had no clue what her real body looked like. Apparently, it was a surprise party, and her mirror was the host.
She wasn’t just curvy, she was weirdly curvy. Like, big in all the places that didn’t even need to exist. Her hips looked confused, her waist had quit the team, it should be four cuts now. And her stomach? Oh, her stomach was throwing its own party.
"Oh no," Penny whispered. Her insecurities started creeping in like ninjas. What if Osvaldo saw her like this?
He would definitely laugh at her and dump her just like Chris did in the end.
He would always tell her how beautiful she was despite being fat, and Penny thought it was true. She had fallen for him because she thought he was the only person that loved her in this world.
Penny bit her lip so hard it could’ve filed for assault if they had legs.
She shouldn’t be worried about that man anymore. But that’s the onean she had truly loved in this life. But not again. She was done with love now.
She had better things to think kf. Like a backup to her outfit. Sothing that would at least tighten her figure.
Her waist trainer...
She searched until she found it and smiled like she’d found gold. She wrapped it around herself and started hooking it up. It felt like wrestling with a boa constrictor.
Once she got it on, breathing beca optional.
"Okay... this is fine. I can work with this," she wheezed staring at her reflection through the mirror. She didn’t know why she wanted to look good for Osvaldo, but suddenly, she did. A lot.
Suddenly his option about how she looked mattered. Everyone’s option mattered in so way though.
Next, she threw on a big black jacket, sothing big enough to double as a tent. It covered everything.
Who said gym outfits had to be skimpy? This was fashion-forward ninja mode. Comfortable, cozy, and safe. Penny smiled at her thought.
The thought crossed her mind, What if Osvaldo says sothing?
She instantly shoved it away. Even if he complained, this jacket was staying on. Forever, if necessary. It was her armor.
Penny finally stepped out of the closet and left her room. Her blonde hair was tied in ponytail, swaying behind her as she walked.
When she reached down the hall, she noticed her maids staring at her like she’d grown a third head.
So gasped. So avoided eye contact like she was on fire. One maid even dropped a tray.
They all wondered what their new miss was up to this ti. Why she was dressed as a suspicious undercover agent on a fitness mission, or maybe a runaway potato in gym gear. No one dared to ask.
Penny walked faster. She had a mission tonight.
Down the stairs, through another hallway, until she stood in front of The Door. The infamous one with the Do Not Enter, sign hanging like it paid rent.
Penny took a deep breath. She was ready. She wrapped the jacket around herself more, making sure nothing was showing beneath.
She grabbed the door knob, turned it slowly, and stepped in like she was entering a battle arena.
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"What do you an by that?" Osvaldo’s voice sliced through the lab like silk over steel, soft, but with a weight that made everyone freeze.
He had been on the phone with his lawyers for over thirty minutes, listening to them stumble through excuses and nonsense. His patience was gone.
"What we’re saying is... the Mayor and his family have been taken care of," Willy said, voice shaky. "They’re basically the city’s joke now. No one will take them seriously again. I don’t think they’ll even show their faces in public."
Osvaldo leaned back in his chair, his eyes cold. "That’s not what I asked for."
"Huh?"
"Making them a laughing stock isn’t punishnt," he said, calm as ever. "Who gave that order?"
"W-We didn’t do it, young master," Treadwell stamred quickly.
"Yes," Timothy jumped in. "A man nad Xavier did it. We think he acted on his own."
They didn’t dare ntion it, but none of them understood why that devil had suddenly taken interest in the Adkins’ business. Maybe Xavier had his own grudge against the Mayor’s family and just used this chance to get even.
If that was the case, then sure, he’d fought part of the battle... but not the whole war.
"Who is he?" Osvaldo asked, voice low.
"An old friend and rival of your father’s," Timothy said carefully.
Osvaldo’s fingers drumd on the table. Then, in a tone so calm it was terrifying, he said, "If he started it, fine. But we’ll finish it. Make them really pay... for what they did to my penguin."
At that exact mont, the door creaked open.
Penny peeked in, her face already pink. She tugged nervously at her jacket, trying to hide her body like it owed her money.
"I-I’m here for the... um... weight loss thing," she said in a tiny voice, barely above a whisper.
Osvaldo turned his head slowly, his eyes landing on her like a spotlight. And then he smiled, slow, wicked, and far too charming.
It was the kind of smile that could lt tal... or hearts.
And poor Penny? She wished she could disappear into her giant jacket.
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