  &quot;I feel like am in those Global TV shows.&quot; Andre says looking through his binoculars.
      &quot;As a detective or a criminal?&quot; I ask and stare outside.
      &quot;Both.&quot; He turns to face me.
      &quot;What dirt did you find on Mr. Marcelo?&quot; I ask.
      &quot;None, just imagine. He is a clean Slate, no criminal record not even for drunk driving or a parking ticket.&quot;
      &quot;Too good to be true.&quot; I turn again to stare outside.
      I can feel his stare as I gaze the Emerson Hotel. A large banner is suspended above it written; Varsity Congress and workshop. It is going to be a one week workshop and I wonder if this is one of the reasons Mr. Marcelo wanted we meet here.
      &quot;What do you think he's going to ask me to steal?&quot; I ask Andre.
      &quot;I don't know but money is what I would bid on.&quot;
      I look down at my attire, 

  I cling to Quinn like my life depends on him. He guides me to the opposite direction I earlier came in. At the furthest end there's is a private elevator that takes us to the basement where his car is parked.
      I break the silence even though I know he won't answer me. &quot;How did you find me? Are you stalking me?&quot;
      &quot;Stalking you?....please&quot; He snorts.  &quot;I was with my.... Courtney when I saw you. You had fear written all over your face so I followed you.&quot; He answers to my surprise.
      His red Lamborghini comes to sight.
      He unlocks it and turns to face me.
      &quot;Get in!&quot; He orders.
      &quot;You seriously need to stop ordering me around.&quot; I say.
      &quot;I can't help it am a Nickel.&quot; He grins and opens the door for me.
      I try to hide my smile by biting my lip. Quinn releases an involuntarily moan. He bends until

  I stare at the image. It is my mother on her wedding day. Her lips are curved in the most beautiful smile. Sophie is standing beside her, as a maid of honour.
      &quot;You look so much alike.&quot; Sophie speaks.
      I can't bring myself to tear my eyes away from the photo. A million emotions are boiling Inside me.
      &quot;Do you know her?&quot; My voice breaks as I ask.
      &quot;She was my best friend since college.&quot; She puts her tea aside.
      It comes as a shock because my mother never told me about Sophie. I knew Andre's mother as her best friend.
      &quot;Do you know her?&quot; Sophie repeats my question.
      Am tempted to lie but I nod instead, &quot;She was my mother.&quot;
      I just feel this strong motherly connection with Sophie. I can trust her.
      &quot;Figured that at the Gala, that's why I asked Ryan to invite you over.&quot;
      I get agit

&quot;I feel like am in those Global TV shows.&quot; Andre says looking through his binoculars.
      &quot;As a detective or a criminal?&quot; I ask and stare outside.
      &quot;Both.&quot; He turns to face me.
      &quot;What dirt did you find on Mr. Marcelo?&quot; I ask.
      &quot;None, just imagine. He is a clean Slate, no criminal record not even for drunk driving or a parking ticket.&quot;
      &quot;Too good to be true.&quot; I turn again to stare outside.
      I can feel his stare as I gaze the Emerson Hotel. A large banner is suspended above it written; Varsity Congress and workshop. It is going to be a one week workshop and I wonder if this is one of the reasons Mr. Marcelo wanted we meet here.
      &quot;What do you think he's going to ask me to steal?&quot; I ask Andre.
      &quot;I don't know but money is what I would bid on.&quot;
      I look down at my attire, the short, tight dress. It isn't the kind one would wear to go on heist but on a seduction mi

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