Masuk112Sky as well as Jasmine had been unreachable and missing. It's been a week. The last time Mari spoke to her was just before Sky boarded her flight that night. She had informed Mari that she dropped Jasmine off at her father-in-law's birthday party and that she was just going to go to the airport for a flight. That was all she heard about her close friends. And since then, there was no news about them both. Mari had gone to meet her three days ago, hoping to reunite both with Sky and Jasmine. However, she was perplexed to know that neither of them were home. The guard at Sky's residential complex knew her. He told her about the last time he saw them, and promised to inform her if there was any news about them. Feeling happy, Mari touched the green icon in a flurry and held the phone to her ear. "Hello?" "Hello, Miss Mari?" The guard spoke. "Yes, sir. Is Sky back? Can you ask her to call me?" "No, Miss Mari, it's not about Sky. Someone has come looking for her though. A girl n
113The thick, blurred glass door of his cabin separated him and Vince Garrison. Holding the knob, Kyle gazed at his bitter-looking PA. "We should think about the profits we will make from this deal, Titus. Not his personal life. We shouldn't judge anyone by their personal lives. Come to think of it, my personal life is dirtier than his. Given my dating record, no one should conduct business with me, should they?"Titus had no comment.Kyle chuckled again, "See, you have no reply. Which means you agree that I shouldn't be judged because of my personal life choices. It goes for everyone, Titus. Now come on, let's sign this deal and get over it. I have to go pick up Lila from the hospital too."Just as Kyle turned the knob, his phone rang. He fished it out and saw Mari's name flashing on it. Titus suggested he avoid the call and sign the deal first because Vince had been waiting since morning."Mari never calls me like this, Titus. This must be important." Kyle said and swiped the gree
111Wait, Jasmine blinked her eyes with a scoff. She wondered where Kyle's thoughts come from? "I'll work out a little." She got up and strutted to the space in the middle of the room that she used for exercise. Jasmine was doing jumping jacks facing the window, completely unaware of the secretary of the Director of this mental institution that was peeking through the food window in her door. He drooled at how Jasmine's backside jiggled. Rubbing the bulge between his legs, he hurried back to the director's office. The old beefy man was reading some documents. "Sir, Garrison's wife is working out. The way her àss jiggles.... Ohhhh! Definitely worth the look." The secretary's words came out with a wicked edge. The director looked up, "You're not going to stop unless you fúck her, are you?" The secretary chuckled. "Sir, when are we going to take her? I can't help myself." He rubbed himself again. The director cackled amusedly, "We can do it tonight, you know!" "We can?!" "Yeah,
110She wasn't really fit to leave her ward but Fiona was helping her leave on condition that she would come back to resume taking treatment from her. Birdie was more than grateful. Not only was the bill for the lavish private ward paid, doctor Fiona was willing to treat her free of cost. Birdie couldn't have been able to afford them even in her dreams."I will come back, doctor. I promise that I will. And I hope you can also treat my friend Jasmine." Birdie's face was warm with gratitude."Sure. Just come back safely."Fiona helped her sit inside. She copied the information of the driver along with his phone. She instructed him to take Birdie wherever she wanted to go and then bring her back too.But then something got into her head and she halted the driver."Jennifer, go with her." Fiona said."Doctor, how can I? My duty?""Don't worry about that. Just go with her. She's injured herself and..." Fiona leaned to whisper to the nurse. "I don't like how the driver is looking at Birdie.
109Fiona's expression altered to one of confusion as she observed Birdie's goth-girl appearance.The nurse continued to whisper, "Have you ever heard a goth-girl telling the truth? Such girls are known for framing poor men for money. When they can't have their ways, they resort to destroying wealthy men's images. I say you stay out of this.""Wendy, how dare you say that?" Fiona snapped angrily.Birdie was controlling her tears. No one knew why she adopted this goth-girl's look. No one tried to know the reason behind it. And yet, most of them bullied her and suspected her to be a person that she wasn't.She was amazed to see Fiona scolding the nurse for doubting her because of her look."Jennifer, if I hear you talking like a racist one more time, I will fire you! And I will make sure you're not hired by any other medical institution ever again." Fiona snarled. "No one alters their appearance out of happiness. Past traumas have a great hand in how people make themselves look. Just be
108Birdie's face throbbed when she opened her eyes. She flinched hard when she saw an unfamiliar face looking down at her."W-what... I... Who are you?!" She yelped and tried to sit up."Relax, I'm a nurse here and you're in a hospital." The nurse, Jennifer said and moved back to give Birdie space.She sat up with great efforts and a prickly pain exploded in her back. The nurse helped her sit comfortably as she arranged a pillow behind her. Birdie's eyes went wide, noticing her surroundings.She was in a lavish ward— One taken by rich people for their patients. But Birdie was neither rich nor a patient. She didn't think that she was until she saw the bandage on her left arm. She also felt something around her head and raised her hand to touch a bandage around her head.The nurse saw her hands trembling as she attempted to recall how she ended here."You were hit by a car outside a mental institution, Miss. A kind young guy brought you here and paid for your treatment." The nurse infor







