Was he saying that he loved her?
He had said as much before as well…
Shaking her head to clear her mind, she decided that her priority was to save Tommy.
Suddenly feeling inspired, she said, “lan’s family knows me, but not this woman, so I could still approach her. I just have to avoid meeting lan and they won’t realize that I’m there–also, I have to do something because Tommy has been taken from us, right?”
When Diarmuid did not give a nod, she tugged at his collar, cajoling him, “Please?”
Her voice was hardly coquettish and her tugging almost stiff.
Despite her lack of charm, however, it simply worked on Diarmuid!
Her willingness to act cute around him was enough.
“Fine.”
And with that, they headed out!
Just as Diarmuid was about to get up, however, Abigail moved the cursor and said, “Wait–let’s get prepared as much as we can before we get started.”
As she read through the dossier on lan’s sugar baby, Diarmuid watched her from the side, smiling faintly as he admired her prudence.
And after she was done, Abigail said, “This might not be as hard as I thought.”
“How so?” he asked.
“Look here–she’s a dance judge,” Abigail pointed out “I happen to know some dancing, and that counts as a conversation starter, I guess?”
Diarmuid’s eyes twinkled as he watched her.
Indeed, Abigail was quite versatile, having learned the piano, painting, dance, and medicine.
“Wait, I think my friend might know here,” Abigail suddenly said as a person came to mind
She took out her phone and took a photo of the woman, while pulling Diarmuid along “Do you remember Mark Wickers? From Dorime Pharmaceuticals?”
Diarmuid followed as he replied, “I do. We’re still partners
Abigail appeared a little excited just then “His wife has a dance academy, and most students there are involved in competitions. They might be acquainted”
Fortunately, Ms. Lang had not forgotten about Abigail.
“Why the sudden visit? It had certainly been a while.”
When Abigail arrived at her dance studio, she warmly invited her to her office, complaining a little as she poured her a glass of water
“That’s true,” Abigail explained “But I’ve been busy, and I haven’t forgotten about you”
“Here.” Ms. Lang smiled as she handed her the glass of water.
Abigail took it and placed it on the table, and took out the phone to show Ms. Lang. “Do you know this person?”
Ms. Lang got a good look and asked, “I do. Her name is Robin Lynd.”
Abigail became a little thrilled just then. “Are you close?”
Ms. Lang shook her head, “We do meet often at competitions, but never spoke much privately.”
Since Ms. Lang had many students who took part in competitions to be graded, she and Robin were more than simple acquaintances now.
“I’d like to meet her. Would you mind introducing us? Also, would you happen to know her interests?” Abigail pressed, wanting to know more right then.
“I heard that she’s very interested in theater,” Ms. Lang replied, staring at Abigail just then. “Why’d you ask?”
Abigail smiled. “Just trying to make new friends.”
Still, Ms. Lang was smart enough to tell that it was not that simple-but she would not ask if Abigail did not want to tell her.
“How about dinner together? That’d be easier for introductions.”
Abigail, however, thought that it would sound like a deliberate setup-a chance meeting as colleagues would be more suitable and less suspicious.
Ms. Lang saw that she was concerned, and said, “Or perhaps you could play courier, and deliver the list of entrants from my academy to the judge committee?”
Abigail’s eyes lit up. “That’s good.”
Ms. Lang smiled, picked up the compiled list from her desk, and handed it to her. “I’m counting on you.”
Knowing that Ms. Lang was going the extra mile to help her, she said, “I owe you one.”
“Now, now–I still remember that you helped me before,” Ms. Lang said.
“Alright.” Abigail grinned. “I will be going now.”
Ms. Lang could see that Abigail was in a hurry, and so did not try to stop her. “Okay. Also, the judge committee will provide certifications after the submission of the list. You don’t have to come back to deliver it if you’re too busy, though.”
Abigail was certainly grateful that Ms. Lang was so thoughtful. “I am busy-let’s have dinner together some day, my treat.”
“Of course.” Ms. Lang grinned.
With the list of entrants in hand, Abigail left the academy.
Diarmuid was waiting in his car outside, but Abigail did not get in.
Standing outside, she told him, “I need to head to the community arts center. I can take a taxi if you’re busy.”
Diarmuid said, “Get in. I’ll drive you there.”
He was busy, but he would always have time to drive her around.
Abigail did so, and put on her seatbelt….
Diarmuid asked, “Can you do this?”
“Don’t worry I won’t cause trouble,” Abigail said confidently. “I won’t endanger myself even though I want to save Tommy. Moreover, I don’t think anyone would notice someone like me.”
She was basically telling Diarmuid not to worry since she would be fine.
Diarmuid certainly knew that she was smart, but she was still a woman–she would not win in the face of brutes who could not be reasoned with.
“Don’t be reckless.”
“Yeah,” she replied.
With that, the car turned silent and neither spoke.
Abigail wanted to speak, but could not put any words together.
Soon, they were at the community arts center.
“Drive safe,” she said as she alighted.
Diarmuid watched her for a moment, and said, “Okay”
After Abigail entered the building, she was at a loss on where to go. She asked the front desk, and they showed her where she should go to hand over the list.
Luckily for Abigail, Robin Lynd was on duty, and sitting in front of a computer.
Knocking the door to draw her attention, Abigail explained, “Hello. I’m here to submit a list of entrants for a dance competition?”
“You can give it to me,” Robin replied
—
She did not have makeup on a far cry from her appearance at the hospital.
As a matter of fact, she had just wrapped up a stage act that day, and did not have time to clean off all the makeup from her face. Ian had just found out that she had not been taking her morning after pills, and told her to get checked in case of a pregnancy.
Abigail passed her the list, but before she could speak, Robin’s phone started to ring.
Robin picked it up and started to head outside. Seeing that Abigail was still there, she said, “You may go now–just leave the list with me.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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