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..."

slightly. He stared at me. "Why did you come here, Miss

Miss Lane?

was stunned. What a

my head. "I suddenly thought of a female artist I like very much. I thought she was

met his eyes, my heart skipped a

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

come today,

Was he implying something?

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

do with this matter with Heather, I would only be tipping him off if I

try, however. It would not matter if I told him since he had lost

to be relaxed and said, "Her name is

deliberately emphasized the words

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

Theo really forgot.

person came with

nodded. "Okay, thank you, then,

we actually began searching together, but we did not find Heather's

I muttered

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

"What are they?"

love