WELCOME MS JOHNSON

So they ended up cooking eight packet of noodles with Camille glaring at Emily throughout.

You say I have tapeworms in my body, just look at you eating two and a half packets and you're still slim. What's the difference?!

"Food is ready, let's go and eat," Meethi said as she carried the plates to the table.

"Why are you guys all pretending to be reserved. Let's go eat on the bed," Emily chided and dragged everyone to Camille's bed.

"I never objected but if my bed gets stained, you're going to wash the sheets with your hand," Camille eyed her.

***

"Dad, I need some money," Cynthia approached Prof Johnson in his office.

"Yes darling but you know that nothing comes without a price," he looked up at her.

"I know dad, what do you want me to do?"

"Get me more information on my Meethi's new friend,"

"What do you want to do with her? Has she offended you?" Cynthia's lips curled up slowly.

"She hangs around the guy that has offended me."

"Alright. Those are none of my business so I'll get you the info tomorrow. How about my money?"

"Here," he handed over a card.

"Thank you," she said and quickly left the office entering her car. She started driving on the road quickly because she had an appointment with someone. She approached the gate of the estate slowly and stopped in front when a guard came to her and asked,

"Your invitation card ma'am?"

"Here it is," she brought out a card sent by the person she was supposed to meet.

"OK, a moment please," he took the card from her hand and installed it into a certain machine the same size as the card. After sometime, a green light reflected out of it,

"Verified. Open the gates. Please come in ma'am."

She heaved a sigh of relief and slowed down her speed to 15km as stated on a signboard. This wasn't her father's area so she had to abide by every rules to pass. After all, they both had one common enemy.

She looked at the description on her phone and stopped in front of a building. She was about to call the person when she remembered the message, "Don't ever call. Just text."

She was just about to text when she saw a message, "Don't bother. I can already see you."

Cynthia felt chills down her spine. Why was this person being so secretive that I can't hear his it her voice and I'm being monitored too?

Another text came in

[Unknown: Move up to the fifth floor. Then turn left and open the door. You'll see rooms with different numbers. Go to number 7. I'll be there.]

Cynthia looked up at the building and wondered how she could be watched from that high. She looked around for any security cameras but couldn't find any. Either they were hidden or there was none, she dismissed.

She carefully entered the building and used the elevator to the fifth floor. There were many others in that place and they all looked at her strangely probably because she hadn't be here before but none bothered with her.

However, she didn't know that they were given the orders never to stop her on her way there.

She approached the left and opened the door knob. It was a high class quality door and it didn't even make a sound when she came in. She looked around and stopped at room 7.

The room was dark when she stepped in but the place quickly lit up as if a signal was received. She saw a lady seated in the room with long dark brown hair. Her lips were red but she had a mask covering the rest of her face,

"Welcome Ms Johnson."