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..."

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

Miss Lane?

stunned. What a

slightly before I lowered 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 look." "Oh, is that so?"

I met his eyes,

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

thought I should come today, so I came." Theo suddenly lowered

Was he implying something?

Miss Lane? Perhaps I can help you look for it." He asked

he had anything to do with this matter with Heather, I would only be tipping

it a try, however. It would not

is Heather. She signed with

the words

to remember this name, but since she

Theo really forgot.

it together, then. One other person came with an extra pair of hands. We

thank you, then, President

but we did not find

muttered

have any memory about this, I know that thereare only two possibilities

"What are they?"

love