Rebecca was dreaming, but like everyone else who dreamt, she did not realize it. She was dancing in the arms of a man to the sound of music in a dark room where a lone spotlight shone down on them. Her head was comfortably resting against his chest as his broad arms wrapped protectively around her.  Together, they swayed to the music, hands entwined in each other’s. It was a wonderful feeling, being in the arms of this man. Rebecca looked up to smile at him, expecting to see William Silverman.  Except that it wasn’t. The man holding her was John Grant. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. *** William opened his eyes and blinked a little, trying to adjust to the darkened room. Beside him, Rebecca mumbled something in her sleep and turned around to wiggle closer to him, nestling her face under

Rebecca’s phone rang, jolting her from her slumber. Had she fallen asleep again? She must have blacked out after the wild makeout session with William. Her phone rang again. Could it be her editor? Did the senator try to sue them again? She abruptly sat up in the darkened room and scanned for her silver iPhone. There it is! Her phone was sitting right at the edge of  William’s white dressing table. He was nowhere to be seen in but she could detect a faint smell of bacon coming from outside the bedroom. He must be in the kitchen again, man that guy has an appetite. Rebecca slid off the bed and to her surprise, she fell on her knees, landing on the fluffy cream-coloured carpeted floor. Her legs were as weak as jelly-o from all the lovemaking. Was it really love making though? she wondered

Noon had arrived and the glory of the morning sun was replaced by dark grey clouds which threatened to unleash a furious downpour on the streets below. Rebecca should have been home by now, but she was not. Her chest was starting to feel a little tight and a small cough escaped her mouth. It was the start of another asthma attack. But Rebecca was cool, her temper had subsided and she still had her Ventolin in her backpack. Nothing she could not handle. As the wind started to pick up, Rebecca found herself standing in front of an old, dilapidated building, tucked in the corner of a desolated street. The road leading up to the building was littered with rubbish and newspapers, and a greyish stained dumpster next to the entrance of the building reeked of urine; on the walls were graffitis of nude women and obscene words. Rebecca coughed again and pulled her backpack closer to her chest, wishing she had changed into something warmer. Her thin ch

The sky was crying. Heavy rain splashed onto the pavement where Rebecca walked, soaking her from head to toe. She was carrying a big black umbrella but the wind and rain were too strong, rendering the piece of circular protection that old man Whitmore had given her useless. Even her backpack which was worn over her chest was wet. It did nothing to protect her from the cold. Her blouse was practically clinging onto her like a second skin. Not a taxi could be seen on her way back and everyone else had scurried for safety from the heavy downpour. Rebecca regretted not taking up the offer for shelter at the old Whitmore building; she had been far too agitated over the revelation. There’s a twin. Was he the one William was arguing with? Thunder cracked above as her phone which was tucked deep in her backpack rang. She did not hear it. Why doesn’t anyone know about it?

Mrs Wilson, Rebecca’s landlord was just about to step down into the basement with her pink laundry basket when she looked to the landing of the peeling wooden staircase to see a scantily clad Rebecca in the arms of none other than the CEO of the Silverman Corporation. The bulb at the stairway to the basement had blown and because of that, she was shrouded in the shadows. The continuous thunder helped masked her presence as she curiously peered at William Silverman. She had seen both of them in her daughter’s magazine, Entertainment Weekly or People Magazine - she wasn’t too sure of the name but boy did the both of them looked good together. It reminded her of her younger days when she too had been hot and beautiful. But tonight, both of them looked far from glamorous. In fact, William Silverman was oddly dressed in black and carrying an unconscious Rebecca out of the apartment doorway. She wondered whet