Monica's Conspiracy

Dolled up in her finest attire, Monica readied herself to meet Mason for a personal revelation. Just as she stepped out, a message from an unfamiliar private number disrupted her plans.

'Do you even know the bloke with Alice Cooper?'

Nah, she's got no clue about the fella, but who gives a hoot? Alice proved the two-timer is the only thing that counts.

'Nope, I don't,' Monica responded.

'That's why you better steer clear of him; otherwise, you'll end up in a legal mess, and no one can bail you out. He's the infamous businessman Andrew Kingston.'

The next message knocked Monica off balance.

'Hold up, Andrew Kingston—the infamous figure? Are you sure about that? How did you find out?' Monica typed, her hands trembling.

"How could I not know him?" The mysterious caller soliloquized and revised her response to Monica. "Yes, I certainly am."

Monica raised her hands in gratitude, relieved that she hadn't impulsively shared pictures with the media. She couldn't risk provoking the formidable bu