Sugar Daddy

Kira arrived at the office safe and sound, panting a little. Some of her colleagues were already there. Fortunately, none of them noticed she’d come earlier than usual. Kira greeted them with a bright smile and got to work. She received a text message at eleven. It was from an unknown number. ‘Kira Hewitt, you’ll die a miserable death!’ She raised an eyebrow. A new type of scam? She ignored the message. A while later, Bob Dylan’s nasal voice broke her concentration. The anonymous sender was calling her. Kira took her phone to the pantry. ‘Hello.’ ‘Kira Hewitt, you bitch! You dirty, filthy, greedy, lying bitch!’ Kira held the phone away from her ear. That voice… She dug it out of her memory. ‘Georgina, when were you diagnosed with Tourette’s syndrome?’ ‘What?’ ‘That’s the only reason I can think of to explain why you’re cussing like a sailor.’ ‘Kira Hewitt!’ Her half-sister bellowed. ‘Don’t you dare pretend you don’t know why I’m calling!’ ‘I don’t.’ ‘Liar! You think you can act all stu