Part 21

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Charunee: Freen, I asked you to spend time with us as a family. Freen rolled her eyes. 

Freen: Oh, come on. None of us want to be here all day stuck together. Why are you trying to force this? Her mother sighed. 

Charunee: We have to be a united front before the annual ball. Freen groaned. 

Freen: The only one that cares about the stupid ball is you. I'm leaving. Heng! He looked at her startled. Do you want a ride home or not? He shook his head. 

Heng: I'm staying for a bit. I'll take a taxi home. Freen nodded and grabbed her bag. Heng stood up, walked towards her and whispered in her ear. What did you do? The Origin said I was debt-free. Freen looked defeated. 

Freen: Don't worry about it. Just don't mess with them anymore please and get some help. You're too addicted to the things you're consuming. I don't want anything to happen to you. She ruffled his hair, gave him a quick smile and left. 


Becca: Hey, where are you? Freen smiled when she heard the worried tone in Becca's voice. 

Freen: I'm about 5 minutes away. There's a bit of traffic. Why? Becca sighed. 

Becca: Nothing. I was just wondering if I was getting stood up because of how I've treated you during these past few days which I am very sorry for. Freen chuckled. 

Freen: Naw, I'm not that kind of woman. I'll see you in a bit, Bec. 

Waitress: What would you like to order miss? 

Becca: Could you give me a few more minutes, please? My date is almost here. Thank you. Oh, sorry I forgot to hang up. See you soon. Freen felt a warmth in her heart whenever she spoke to Becca. She made all of her problems fade away at least for the time that they spent together. 


Their lunch date was filled with laughter and embarrassing stories of their teenage years. 

Becca: Finally, we can have a moment that isn't interrupted by chaos. I think we shouldn't mix art with our dates. She twirled her fork in the spaghetti and ate a bite. 

Freen: How many dates are you planning on us having exactly? Freen smirked provoking a faint blush on Becca's cheeks. 

Becca: You get what I mean. Freen nodded. 

Freen: How's work? Have they found out anything about the fire at the gallery? Becca shook her head. 

Becca: Nop. Work lately feels like it's all been dead ends. We can't solve the case of The Artist or the fire at the gallery. It feels like art is being attacked constantly. Freen was about to say something when her phone started ringing. 

Freen: Sorry, it's work. 

Becca: On a Saturday? 

Freen: A CEO never sleeps. Excuse me. 


Freen stood up from the table and walked to the patio of the restaurant where the noise was less. 

Freen: Yes, Nathaniel? 

Nate: I missed you, Miss Freen! Sorry for bothering you, but they already gave us a task and apparently it needs to be done by next week since the figure we are stealing will be moved from its location. Freen rolled her eyes. 

Freen: Fine. Start by getting the blueprints of the gallery and- 

Nate: It's not a gallery. 

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