Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Pearl left the hospital and hailed a taxi. She gave the driver Esther's address and, after a half-hour ride, they arrived at their destination. Pearl paid the fare, stepped out of the cab, and made her way to the entrance. However, a security guard stopped her in her tracks.

"Please show me your ID," he demanded.

"I'm a friend of the resident here. She invited me over," Pearl explained.

"You say you're her friend. Do you have any evidence? If not, please leave now." The security guard appeared skeptical, unsure if Pearl's claim was legitimate or if she might be an overzealous fan trying to sneak in.

"I can call her to confirm," Pearl suggested, reaching for her phone.

The security guard, somewhat reluctantly, agreed to this proposal.

Pearl attempted to call Esther, but there was no answer after three consecutive calls.

"Alright, ma'am, you'll have to leave if you can't provide any evidence," the security guard said impatiently, keen to resume his duties.

Pearl turned away, she accidentally bumped into someone's chest. She winced

If her nose got deformed

any pain. He

saw me but chose to walk into me, Mister Richard. You're the one

remark, Richard maintained his composure and remained

that he might be her

favor?" She stopped him and looked

can't," he

to plead shamelessly, "I

shot her a cold glance and interrupted her. "It's

Pearl felt deflated by his rejection. Although she had grown thick-skinned enough not to be affected by his words, his

tried to brainstorm alternative solutions. Perhaps she could climb over a wall, although

Richard suddenly