JAMES“Stop the car over here, James,” Kristie hissed. “Must you be useless at everything, including driving?”“I could drive in. Why do you want to stop blocks away from the venue?” I asked.“You’re such a fool, James,” she snapped bitterly. “Do you want everyone to see me getting out of this pathetic car? I know you’re just looking for a way to destroy whatever’s left of my reputation—especially in front of Oscar Gray.”I parked without another word, eager to avoid more of her endless nagging. The sooner she got out, the more peace I’d have.I stepped out and opened the door for her.“I only agreed to be in this stupid car because of your foolishness. You’re completely worthless, James,” she continued, voice rising. “Stick around—I’ll call when I’m done. That is, if I don’t leave with Aunt Sheila after the party.”There was something gleaming in her eyes—too smug, too eager. I knew she wasn’t being entirely honest.“The party will run all night. I can’t just sit here that long,” I p
TILDAI was just rounding up for the day when Lovett walked into my office.“Hello, Tilda,” she greeted cheerfully.I looked up from my desk. “Lovett, dear,” I called.“When do you plan on leaving?” she asked.I shut down my system, stood up, and began arranging the desk.“Just about to,” I replied.“Alright,” she smiled. “I figured you’d love to join me at the boutique. Rose Glamour just got some new collections. You might find one or two you like.”I shook my head. “I don’t need new clothes, Lovett.”“Oh, Tilda!” she exclaimed, her eyes bulging theatrically. “You don’t want me to get fired now, do you?”I paused and glanced at her. How exactly did my not wanting to splurge on clothes risk her job? She never ceased to be dramatic.“Come on, Tilda,” she urged, stepping closer.“I can’t afford a new wardrobe, Lovett. My budget’s tight right now,” I said quietly.“But the company’s party is just around the corner!” she cried.“I know, Lovett. That’s not the issue,” I said, stepping out
THIRD PARTY“There is a mail from Mr. Gray!” Dylan ran down the staircase, holding his laptop.“A mail?” Denzel got up from the couch.“What does it say?” Dixon asked.Diamond’s eyes widened with curiosity as she struggled to make sense of the news. She ran to Dylan and grabbed his hand excitedly.“Does the mail talk too? Is it a talking toy?” she asked.But when none of the boys responded—too focused on the laptop—Diamond burst into tears.“I want the mail! It’s my toy!” she cried.Miranda walked in from the kitchen and quickly tried to console her.“They won’t let me have it, Miranda! They don’t need a toy,” she sobbed.“A mail isn’t a toy, Diamond,” Miranda explained calmly.Diamond gave Miranda a confused look, as if she suspected Miranda was lying just so the boys could keep it. From their excitement, she was convinced that the mail was something very special—and she wanted it too.“I should have the mail, not them. It’s from my daddy,” she cried louder.Miranda knelt beside her
JAMESKristie sat on the couch, glued to her phone all day. I had tried to ignore her and do everything myself, but I couldn’t anymore. I wasn’t sure how long this would last—I had to speak up.Anyway, I hesitated. I wasn’t sure what words to use—she might take it the wrong way. So instead, I started making noise as I cleaned, intentionally letting a few items tumble, hoping to catch her attention. But she didn’t move.When I couldn’t keep it in anymore, I turned to her. “You know, you could actually do something more productive if you put that phone down for a second.”She rolled her eyes and continued scrolling.“I’m talking to you, Kristie. All you do is remain fixated on that phone. It doesn’t get things done around here,” I repeated, louder this time.“Get out, James. Don’t take your frustration out on me,” she hissed, still not looking at me.I was pissed. “That’s not it, Kristie. You’ve done practically nothing since we moved in. You don’t attend to Shantel, you don’t care abou
KRISTIEMy heart raced as I awaited Mom’s response. Why wouldn’t she want us in the house, especially now that we had nowhere to go? Why was she turning her back on us now?“Are you there, Kristie?” her voice came, hesitant.“Speak, Mommy,” I replied calmly.“Oh honey, I was going to call you too,” she cried.Tears?What right does she have to cry?She was part of this. No, she was the mastermind. Her insatiable greed led us to doom, and now she couldn’t just turn her back on us. She had no right to try to emotionally blackmail me.“Kristie,” she called again.I remained silent. She cannot continue to trick me, not this time again. I will go to the house, and she can't stop me.I turned to James. “Get a moving van, James. We’ll go to Whalelane Quarters.”“No, you can't, Kristie,” Mom exclaimed, then quietly asked, “Why do you need a moving van?”I sighed. “I can't keep waiting, Mom.”“Oh, Kristie dear,” she sobbed. “We’ve just been evicted from the house and were hoping to stay with y
KRISTIEI waited, my heart euphoric. Oscar Gray thought he was strong, but I knew exactly how to get him. Next time, he wouldn’t dare underestimate me.James appeared from inside the house and came to me. He was holding Shantel, who was already asleep in his arms.“Go in and check if there’s anything you need inside, Kristie. We’ve already gotten what we think is important outside. There isn’t enough time to bring out everything,” he said.Furious, I bellowed at James. He was the cause of all this after all and so deserved no pity from me.“Go away, loser. I already called Mr. Gray, and by the time this is over, I will throw you out of the house to the gutters where you belong. You’ve always been an impostor from the start.”“Kristie,” Oscar’s voice came. “I don’t have all day.”“Oh, Oscar. This is what I pass through daily. Sorry you had to witness that,” I spoke coquettishly.I turned to Oliver. “And what are you waiting for, Oliver? Come over here and do as your boss says,” I order