“So, who is she?” asked Dominic.“That’s Angie. She’s, my friend. She’s the one that hosted the party.”“Hmm. A fine friend you have there.” He said, his voice heavy with sarcasm.“What do you mean?”“Look, she could very well be the blackmailer.”“No, how can that be?”“Come with me.” He said and led her to his bedroom. There, he showed her the screen of his laptop where he still had Angie’s photo and SIM card registration details. Dominic patiently explained what she was seeing and Andra was distraught at the information. Still, she was doubtful.“Okay, but that’s not her phone number.” Angie pointed out. “The one on my phone ends with different digits from the one here. I’ll get it.”He waited as Angie left the room and quickly returned with her phone. He confirmed the difference but didn’t bother shifting his suspicions.“She should have another number.” He told her. “I mean, people have more than one number, right?”Andra saw his point. Maybe she just didn’t have the particular

After carefully checking the contents of the contract, Andra finally spotted the term. It was at the back of the page as an addition behind the page she had signed. At the bottom of the signed page, she had missed the letter P.T.O. which meant Please Turn Over. She would have opened the next page and found the term if she had noticed that. It seemed to be a later addition to the terms listed in the previous section. The term read; The couple agrees to wed in a publicized ceremony four weeks after this contract is signed. Signatures appeared on the previous page over the additional term. Andra sighed. Gosh. And this was how people could easily get into trouble when they didn’t properly study a contract. Well, now her discovery of the term was useless, she reasoned. It was useless brooding over the issue. It didn’t matter anymore what time the wedding took place. The thought didn’t stop her from immediately developing a counterthought bordering on adjusting the wedding ceremony con

On the news, a political update was going on. The reporter was flashing headlines from a major newspaper publication. One of the headlines featured Duke Anderson and his opponent on the cover of the newspaper. The headline read; Duke Anderson and Abraham Wilcox. The battle for Mayor is heating up. Who will take over the city?***Later in the evening, Dominic returned home from work and met Andra engrossed in a video game. She was dressed in a boyish outfit and a beanie kept her braids together.“Welcome.” She greeted.“Thanks.” He replied. Dominic was pleased that they were now on cordial terms unlike when they would just ignore each other’s presence. He was proud of his work.Andra didn’t expect to be pleased about their cordial relations. But now she could not deny that it was better than living as enemies. If they would be sharing the house for the duration of the contract, they might as well live like civilized people.His eyes swept over her outfit as he paused. Then he looked

At his response, Andra stayed silent. She lacked words. She tried to speak but ended up swallowing hard. Then she cleared her throat and managed to find her voice.“Why would you do that?” she asked.“Why not?” he asked. “Are you not an attractive woman?”Her cheeks flushed at his compliment and she fought to look unaffected by it. She lost the fight and ended up with a faint smile of pleasure. Dominic was pleased to see it.“I thought I was a boy.” She said meaningfully and he laughed, remembering how he called her that sometimes because of her tomboy outfits.Andra joined in his laughter and after a few seconds of shared laughter, they suddenly stopped. It was as if, they were being cautious of the major reason why they were living together in the first place. They were not friends. They were there to honor a contract.“Goodnight, Mr. Dominic.” She said, using an official address. She was using that to help her stay with the goal of the contract.“Goodnight, Miss Andra.” He responde

Andra reasoned that Molly was right. Dominic was only executing his job description. “I guess so.” She half conceded. “But still, I find it annoying.” “Look on the bright side of things,” Molly remarked, earning an unpleasant look from Andra. “There you go again with your annoying optimism.” Molly wasn’t affected by her countenance. She was used to it in similar situations. “There is a bright side, Andra.” She insisted. “I don’t see it,” Andra stated. “Other than the fact that I’m generating attention with the wedding. I mean, partying gets me on the media but the wedding thing seems to generate more noise.” “So, in the end, it’s a win for you as well,” Molly remarked. “People are making noise about me.” “The point is what kind of noise are they making about you?” At Andra’s questioning but curious look, she smiled. “I’m all ears, Molly.” Andra didn’t return the smile. For once she was interested in hearing the reason behind what she considered Molly’s episode of annoying po