Thelda sat up on the bed and took a sip of
the tea. She again dwelt her mind on Anabel
and Stella, and her body shook with fear. She
knew how dangerous Anabel was and became
afraid Anabel would make everyone believe she was the saint while Thelda was the devil.
Anabel had such a convincing tone that her
lies were always spurious. She was aware
Anabel was going to sing and now she had
Stella by her side, whatever she was going to
say was going to be interesting. As she
progressed in her thought, she discovered her
love for Stella had suddenly vanished and she
now thought of her as a dreaded enemy, “After all, I would’ve aborted the b-----d many years ago.” She mumbled.
The only one Stella would
comfortably recourse to, was the IG. She
smiled at her intelligence. Anabel would
sweat-talk Stella and when they met the IG,
Anabel would make it appear she had saved
Stella from her savage mum. When she did
that, she would have succeeded in buying her
freedom at the expense of Thelda’s liberty.
She wasn’t going to let that happen. She
considered calling the senator and telling him
about the ugly situation but thought against
that. She would first of all take care of them
and when everyone had been put in their
proper place, she would then tell the senator.
She would probably do that in the senator’s
apartment in the fifteen minutes time he had
said. When they would be in bed, she would
tell him how brave she had been and why she
had to kill Stella. The senator would
understand she did everything for her love for
him. She was going to have an enjoyable time
with the senator. She thought. That was the
first time the senator was inviting her to his
apartment since they started the relationship
and she believed that meeting him in his
apartment was going to be another journey
altogether. She smiled and took a sip of the
tea. Her mind went to the IG. It was time she
used the mistake of the past to control
whatever action the IG would probably take. If
the IG became stubborn, she would show the
entire world how callous and secretive the IG
had been even to the detriment of the late
president’s well being. She was sure the IG
wasn’t going to be comfortable with that
situation. It was not only going to cost him
his job, but the reputation that had taken him
several years to build. It could even make him
spend the remaining part of his life behind
bars. Stella’s remaining alive was a threat she must handle before meeting with the senator.
She took her phone and called the IG. After
some seconds, he picked up and said, “Hello
madam, how’re you?”
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