Khadijah POV
"Yea no, this not going to work"
I've been shaking my head for the past hour about what Rowan and Imani are planning how we should go about this. How we could erase and possibly never allow it to go on the news media, hearing of the president's next affair.
"I'm telling you it can work", Rowan tries to persuade me with his option. Following with Imani scribbling fast on her iPad, most likely writing down ideas to feed on to Rowan's plan.
Speaking of plans, I don't have much in mind to give on this topic. I had thought of getting a background check on Vanessa. her previous jobs , places she's been to in the past 4 months prior to her finding out her pregnancy.
A second thought came, well little to Rowan's idea, not all mind. Was for me to speak to Venessa and see if she'll comply with us. It sounds like a great idea but what happens if she doesn't want to go any further in talking? Except keep on demanding to speak with the president? Venessa, being the new mistress of the president's. Has a motive in coming out, either to be seen famous or infamous.
"Wait! I think I have an idea. What if...."
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I knocked on the door of room 206, placing my hand directly on the peephole so she won't be able to see who it is.
Muffled noises were made and movements too.
"Who is it!" Vanessa's voice is heard behind the door.
This better work
"Hi! Good afternoon, I was wondering if Bynes lives here?"
"Who's asking"
"Pres.Live, I was assigned to interview Ms. Bynes about her alleged affairs with the president she claims to have. We wanted to know if there true" my voice becoming a little higher pitch than usual to sound different. And not to forget to sound more of a reporter.
The sounds of the door locks unlocking and the door creaking open just a little, standing in front of me was none other than Vanessa Bynes herself. I gave her my best smile I can conjure up, hopefully she buys that.
I cleared my throat a little, I brought out my hand for her to shake.
"Hello, my name is Kristine Pierce. I work with Pres.Live. Mr. Wilson, he sent me here to record you and hear of your affair with the president, if you mind that is?"
I had done some looking into Venessa's and Wilson's meetups they had. Lucky for me, the guy I sent to follow them to the location they were meeting to, to eavesdrop.
Found out, Wilson is offering Venessa to call for an interview. Prior to a few days ago, it was they're last talk with each other.
"I think I'm good. You can leave".
On her face she made a half smile at me before shuffling to close the door. I propped my foot, blocking her successfully in closing her door.
"Now Ms. Bynes, I can assure you whatever you tell me I will be ok with it. Doesn't have to be all, just a few answers from questions I'm trying to ask" I tried to negotiate.
She scoffed at my words, rolling her eyes and mumbling to herself. Venessa moved from the door and gradually allowed the door to swing open. Enough for me to enter her place, I got to see the place fully. Part of the place, you can see the kitchen on the left and the right is the living room.
Venessa's home colors are spring vibrant, the walls were painted in a cozy white color. Goes with the wooden flooring going on around the room. I glance at her walls decorated with pictures and some paintings. To top it off, the living room furniture all have minimalist features to them.
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Compromise
Non-Fiction~They say everyone wants power, but they never talk about how far they're willing to go for power. Even if it could cost lives or betrayals to come. If you ask me how far I would go for power. You'll just have to find out how far ~
