The Woman From Hell

I halted mid-rummage and listened to the voices outside.

"President Grant."

When I heard the guard's voice, I was startled. Why was Theo here?

"Who's in there?"

"It's Miss Wanda Lane."

"With whose permission?"

"President Reed's. Miss Lane has a recording from President Reed."

I could hear the coldness in Theo's words from this stand-off. Was he actually going to come in?

I was a little flustered. How was I going to answer him if he were to come in and ask what I was doing here?

Theo's voice sounded outside the door this moment, "I'll go in and have a look."

Gosh, he really was coming in.

I reached out my hands to straighten my clothes and hair. Just as I was about to walk out, Theo came in, and I was instantly face-to-face with him.

Embarrassed, I let out a smile. "Uh, um, you..."

stared at me. "Why did you come here,

Miss Lane?

a distant

my head. "I suddenly thought of a female artist I like very much. I thought she was signed under Nectarine Entertainment, so I came to take a

I met his eyes,

trying to calm myself down. "Yeah, it's like that. Why did you come to

just thought I should come today, so I came."

Was he implying something?

are you looking for, Miss Lane? Perhaps I can help you look for it." He asked me again before even waiting for my

he had anything to do with this matter with Heather, I would only be tipping him off if I were to blurt

like I could give it a try, however. It would not matter if I told

be relaxed and said, "Her name is Heather.

deliberately emphasized the words

smiling. "I don't seem to remember this name, but since she signed a contract, there should be

Theo really forgot.

person came with an extra pair of hands. We might actually find

thank you,

that, we actually began searching together, but we

I muttered

me, Theo's lips curved. "While I don't really have any memory about this, I know that thereare

"What are they?"

love