"Stop touching your lips and daydreaming about Jiwoo!"
"Agghhh!" I screamed as I fell off the edge of my bed, startled because Derrick had come into my room uninvited.
"Pathetic," he murmured as he helped me back to my feet. "Where's the remote? You need to see something."
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and my nervous system was still on haywire after Jiwoo's gentle kiss. I couldn't do anything, not even get out of bed. I wasn't able to have breakfast or lunch, either, and to think that it was now way past noon.
It hadn't been a sexy kiss. Jiwoo's lips had barely touched mine, and no tongue had been involved. So I couldn't explain why I was still replaying everything in my head over and over.
"What's wrong?" I asked while pointing at the TV remote in response to Derrick's question.
"Eeeeew," Derrick said, covering his nose and mouth. "Did you even brush your teeth?"
I was unable to do that, too.
Derrick turned the TV on and flipped to a local news channel.
"Was there any casualty?" the news anchor asked, clearly worried.
"No, Purina. There were no casualties. Mrs. Gonzales was not injured," replied the field reporter while the camera panned to Faye's Range Rover. The car had minor dents and a cracked windshield. The other car, a Toyota Vios, was totaled beyond salvation.
"And the driver of the other car? Look at that—the damage is something else!"
"Yes, Purina. Eyewitness accounts have confirmed that Mrs. Gonzales' car rammed into the smaller Toyota Vios more than 10 times. Her Range Rover is definitely sturdier, so the smaller car stood no chance."
The camera panned back to the field reporter.
"Mrs. Faye Gonzales, wife of pharmaceutical tycoon Henry Gonzales, was seen slapping and kicking the driver whom we identified as a certain James Marco Rodriguez. We are in the process of obtaining video—"
"Holy hell, what the fuck is happening?" I asked Derrick, suddenly finding the strength and willpower to stand up. "Where's my phone? Let's call Faye right now!"
"Do we know the motive behind what she did?" It was the news anchor once again.
"Witnesses state that they heard Mrs. Gonzales shouting expletives at this James Marco Rodriguez. As of now, we don't really know the background story. Both Mrs. Gonzales and Mr. Rodriguez are in police custody for investigation."
"Thank you very much, Kierran. Viewers, that was Kierran Davila reporting live. Stay tuned for more news in the metro after this break."
"Live?" I asked.
"The live broadcast was yesterday. This was a replay."
Derrick handed over his phone, where a video clip uploaded on Facebook was playing. It was Faye going ballistic on JM, scratching his face, kicking his shins, and slapping the shit out of him. She kept shouting strings of insults, ranging from "pathetic loser" and "gold digger" to "a fucking callboy."
"I can buy you, your family, and this building!" screamed Faye in the video, with the person recording saying Oh my god hysterically.
Derrick and I looked at each other. "You think she's out of jail now?" I asked.
"She was never in jail, idiot," Derrick replied. "The police probably just asked her questions about the whole thing."
"Who's representing her?"
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RomanceBJ, an internationally renowned financial analyst , is in perfect control of everything. His competence and skills brought him to the top of his career and success seemed to follow him everywhere. But this set up comes with a catch - he needs to h...
