An Old Pal From Her Past

Kira kept one eye on the TV and the other on her phone. It was five pm. Austyn had not come back yet. She sighed and returned to watching the period drama with a brainless plot. The female lead and male lead were rivals from feuding families who fell in love with each other and had to fight against all odds to be together. The screenwriter aspired to be Shakespeare but did not have the writing skills to match his ambition. The only saving grace, in Kira’s view, was that the female lead was not Kayleigh Woods. ‘You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey…’ Kira looked down at the phone screen. ‘Giana!’ she answered the call. ‘Fancy getting a call from you. Are you checking to see if I’m still alive?’ ‘You still mad about the other day?’ ‘Of course I’m mad! You watched me getting kidnapped by bad guys. Hmph!’ ‘The bad guys were your husband and his assistant. I tried to stop them, didn’t I? But one man had more money than me and the other more muscle. The