My Rolls Royce
Loraine
After my conversation with Danner, I drive to my own house. He's expecting me in his penthouse, but I've already decided for myself not to set foot there again. No one, not even Danner, kicks me out of the house and then calls me back. Danner is an adult, and the way he threw me out his door a few weeks ago still hurts. He should have handled our breakup differently. I own a number of houses myself, so to be treated that way by a third party is most humiliating.
And besides, Alyssa's words continue to haunt my head. This journalist is quite a leech but is rarely wrong. Her investigative skills are rock solid, and she never shares information without being sure. If Danner indeed faked his amnesia, what does he want to achieve with that? Does he want to mend our relationship that way and is calling me back to the penthouse one of his tricks? I now have to pay close attention to what he says and does, falsehood betrays itself in the long run, it is impossible to do the act for long.
As I continue on my way, my phone rings. When you think about the devil!
Alyssa, the journalist.
“Loraine. Danner has now recovered well enough that you leave his side for some hours to appear on the dating show. Last time it was cancelled due to his collision, but now we can continue. Mr. Fellogan has already agreed.”
Good Heaven!!
She has a firm hold on me. But I can't avoid it, I have pledged my participation and there has already been an interruption. “No problem”, I answer her coolly. I don't want to give her the impression that she has trapped me in some way. “When and what time?”.
I can hear her chuckling on the other end of the line, proud of herself.
"This evening. We have an unexpected cancellation due to sudden circumstances. So you really help us by filling in”. Yes, now she's got me again, she did me a favor before and now she expects the same from me. “That's no problem either if Mr. Fellogan can also make time”, I let her know. We go over some more technical things about the program and end the conversation when done.
Once at home I take a fresh bath and warm up some microwave noodles. My radio is on loudly and while singing and eating from my noodle cup, I scroll the newsfeed of my Facebook account. I come across pictures of myself, sometimes with Danner and updates about the car accident. I'm sure Danner himself keeps the media warm with news.
I also read the comments.
Many are positive and wish Danner a speedy recovery, while others advise him to marry me as soon as possible since I take such good care of him in the hospital. But then it's that one account from weeks ago that is persistently linking Dordrich and me again. When I look up the profile of that account it turns out to be fake. Below the message, this fake advises Danner to keep his eyes wide open. According to him, I cheat on him in full daylight with Dordrich and take advantage of him.
Another fake account responds to his comment. This one claim that I've long sidelined Danner for Dordrich and that it upset Danner so much that he finally crashed that day. It is said that I sat at Danner's sickbed only for old times’ sake, but actually broke up with him that night. And then there's another account came in, fake again, of course, who thinks the breakup is a good idea because Danner is too possessive and sickly jealous, and steals the best years of my youth. He should set me free to indulge myself as any 24-year-old woman would.
Frowning, I read the conversation from these accounts again. Why do I get the feeling that it is the very same person who tries to spice up the topic, elicit reactions from readers and thus make the news item particularly attractive to gossip readers? But the claims are almost entirely correct, so the person must be close to one of the three of us.
Oh well, I'm not breaking my head on that for now. Nothing stays hidden for long, that’s a fact.
I toss my empty noodle cup into the barrel and head to my bed to get some rest before starting the dating show. Before long, I text Kaylah to let her know that I'm joining the show tonight. I turn off my phone so I won't be disturbed and before my head even hits the pillow, I'm in a deep sleep.
Two hours later I wake up fully rested.
I do some stretch-out exercises before jumping out of bed and looking for a suitable dress in the walk-in closet. Simple but striking is my choice for tonight. Since it's a dating show, I opt for a bright red dress with a puckered fabric that falls to my heels. A stiletto on my feet and lipstick in the same color and I'm ready to go. I also send Dordrich a message via the well-known telephone. As if his phone was already warm in his hand, he immediately texts back that he is so ready for me tonight and always. With a smile on my face, I enter my garage and inspect my cars.
The Rolls Royce would stand out especially since Dordrich drives the same one.
There could be questions about how we happen to drive the same car and all. Some could also investigate and find out when and who bought the cars. It seems unbelievable, but there are still people who don't have much to do with their time and so wasted it on other people's lives.
Ahhh, what the heck! They are for sale and I am also able to pay for one. So, I jump in and drive at a low speed to the recording studio...
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