Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 37
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[A Business Restaurant]
The front door slipped opened automatically at 1PM, spitting three people out of the building.
Allison, and the two owners of the new event contract she got.
“We expect a well set event, Miss Allison. We’re keeping our minds off disappointment, and we hope we don’t have to worry about it later.”
Allison gave that statement a smile of surety. “Of course, I mean, I’m Allison Hart, a hustler who’d even crawl into a wormhole to get my clients wishes fulfilled. Don’t worry, your event is covered, efficiently.”
Without further ado, they hopped in their car and rocketed down the city.
Allison let out a small exhale, getting her phone from her purse as she strode to her car tiredly.
She has only one person in mind to call—Phina. She needs to know how far about her crocheting.
However, her phone was knocked out from her hand by a stranger. Before she could make any attempt to pick it up, the stranger went down, picked it up and handed it back to her.
“I’m so sorry, Miss.”
Allison’s brows went flat, seeing it’s not a stranger after all.
“Acosta Simpson? Or, should I say Acosta Redd?”
Acosta’s eyes warmed up with a little smile. “Miss Allison,”
“What would you be doing at this restaurant?” Allison gestured. “Meeting a business partner?”
“Nope,” Acosta denied. “As the project Manager of Redd Holdings, my job is to supervise constructions, I have no business with meeting business partners. But this restaurant is close to the giant hotel building we’re working on, so I came to get lunch.”
“Oh,” Allison curved her lips. “You don’t look like you’re faring well in the sociopathic Redd family though. I mean…it’s understandable why no one would fare well in such place. They belong in the madhouse, and you are just one unlucky man….”
“Miss Allison,” Acosta called firmly, drawing the line right there.
“A’ight,” Allison raised her hands. “But stay sane for the sake of your daughter.” She advised, going past him. She pulled open her car door.
“Seeing how untroubled you are, you’ve definitely not heard about what happened to your best friend.” Acosta’s voice echoed.
Allison tipped her head back.
“Whatchu saying?”
“Her crochets were sabotaged by the Redds,” Acosta said.
“What?!” Allison let go of her car door, shock leaving unintended squeeze lines around her eyes.
“Look, there was a press conference less than an hour ago, and they claimed she stole the designs from Dora’s catalog at—”
The rest of Acosta’s words were left to float in the air as Allison was already in her car, darting off.
She nearly ran into Acosta. Thankfully, he moved aside fast, and she flew into the road.
Acosta got in his car, relaxing wearily on his headrest with closed eyes.
He saw the press conference.
He saw how Peach talked diligently like she was saying the truth.
He saw how she was happy to be on that podium, excited to lie.
He saw her smile after she finished speaking, and the way she enjoyed the cameras flashing her face.
His daughter is rapidly becoming a part of her witchy wife family, and he doesn’t even have the power to stop them. His own life is in their hands too—including his family’s.
He dabbed his face with his two hands, realizing he’s crying when tears stained his palms.
“Geez,” he sniffled.
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