“Yeah, he does,” she answered casually.
“It was his car I crashed into.”
“You did what? With all the heavy traffic on our roads, you just crashed into his. What a coincidence!
Con, dish,” he prodded. Once again she tried to pick up her medical records, but Niles was not ready to let go.
“Probably not a good idea to havearound too long. If your brother knows you talked to me, he’ll skin you alive,” she said resignedly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Think Wesley is that cruel? Actually, he’s a good guy. What happened between you two, anyway?” Wesley was Niles’ idol.
Finally, Niles moved his hand away. Debbie picked up her things and said, “It doesn’t matter. He’s not Carlos. I don’t care what he thinks.”
“Right. By the way, how are things between you and Carlos?” Niles looked up at her expectantly.
Debbie rolled her eyes at him.
“Do all doctors have this much free time?”
He pursed his Lips disapprovingly.
“Free time? Go outside and see for yourself. Sof the patients who check in here barely have a thing wrong with them. Most of them just want a friendly ear. And a lot simply choosefor that privilege.” Of course, most of his patients were women. And they only chere to see him.
He was rich, handsand energetic. It was no wonder that every day the hospital was packed with women smitten with him.
“You chose to be a doctor. I’m sure you’ll rise to the challenge.” She smiled mischievously.
“Bye now!” she said as she left. Debbie intended to go back home. She had work to do.
“Letwalk you out,” said Niles, rising up from his chair.
“No need for that. I don’t want your brother to kick your ass.” Debbie pushed him back into his chair, leaving him confused. ‘She seems nice. Why do Wesley and Damon hate her?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter a nurse applied sointment to her forehead, Debbie went back to the Champs Bay Apartments.
For the next two days, she was too busy to contact Carlos.
Finally, the day arrived. Debbie’s concert was tonight. Alorith Stadium was crammed with people. In preparation, Debbie tried on several outfits, matching shoes and smakeup. By the tshe was done, it was already 6 p.m. The concert was about to begin.
As usual, the first song was an old mainstay she sang to open each show. The moment she got to the mic, even before she opened her mouth, the fans went ecstatic, drowning all sounds in the stadium with cheers.
The Lights on the stage brought out the sparkle of her orange jumpsuit, embroidered with huge bows. Flanking her were twelve male dancers, six on either side. The Lights flared to life, bathing the concertgoers in shades of purple and pink. The backup dancers were similarly multi-hued.
As the mortars in front and behind started to belch sparks, she took a few steps forward-she wanted to be closer to the fans who sat in the front row. When she saw who occupied the VIP seats in the first row, she almost sang off-key.
There was Yates, Ivan, Irene, Xavier, Jared, Sasha, Kasie, Curtis,
Colleen, Blair, Wesley, Adriana, and Damon. All there, all watching her. All of them were excited, save Wesley, who sat there with a long face.