Mr. Wrong

It was around the end of the day and the crew was packing their equipment on what was going to be the next hit show: ''To Catch a Thief''. The girls with a passion for fashion: Yasmin, Cloe, Jade and Sasha just finished another interview with the well-known music producer, TV host and friend of theirs, Byron Powell. He has had his fair-share of adventure with them since meeting them at the Pinz, the week he lost his dog, Ozzy. This time, it was for a different context. Mr. Powell was invited to host a contest at the Wilderness Hotel. However, during the competition, Byron received a call for an idea of the show. Since then, things have been going non-stop for the British businessman.

''Thanks again Byron for the interview'', said Yasmin.

''My pleasure, ladies. Now, be careful out there. It's getting dark'', Byron advised the girls.

''Byron, chill. We don't live too far from here. Plus, we are all leaving together with my car. You're such a dad'', Sasha reassured him while still packing her clothes.

As the girls were nearly done, the convertible was parked in front of the hotel with its trunk open. As Jade added her last luggage, Cloe gently poked the interviewee's black sleeve.

''Byron, can we talk?''

''Absolutely, what's going on?''

''Now, I know we hate Burdine and she is really mean and all, but her car broke down and well, she tried to kill us this one time and tried to steal our magazine-''

''Cloe, please, get to the point, I have to leave soon''

''Right, so well, her car is in an awful condition and she needs a ride home. She might not admit it but maybe you could ask her?''

''I'm assuming yours is full?''

''Yes. Very full'', Sasha intervened.

''Hm... I'm not a particular fan of this idea, she did hit me for an hour'', Byron said while looking at Burdine talking on the phone aggressively.

''It's for a good cause, like the animal shelter'', Yasmin added.

''Animal shelter indeed. Alright. I'll do it, but you girls owe me a big one'' Byron agreed and the girls quickly left.

As Burdine was still on the phone with the mechanician, the yelling was getting to a point where she was left on the line multiple times.

''What do YOU want?'', Miss Maxwell said after hanging up the phone.

''Having problems with your car?''

''You saw it yourself, imbecile. My poor car is ruined! How am I supposed to bring all of my things? Those employees of mine left me with everything''

''I have a proposition for you''

''A what? Oh please, like you would help. You still didn't give me-''

''For the last time, I didn't steal your tiara. It was your abusive boyfriend who took it. We literally arrested him in front of you''

''I am not dumb, Mr. Powell''

''If you weren't you would let me help you!''

''Fine. What is your genius idea?''

''I have a car AND a truck you can put your luggage in. I can return the truck tomorrow''

''How do I know you don't want to steal from me?''

''Steal what? Pink pumps?''

Burdine was silent.

''Please, I don't want you to be stuck here. Taking a taxi would be extremely expensive and walking would just be an absolutely positively big pain''

''Fine, but you put my things in the truck''

''How is that fair? I'm giving you a ride''

''Well, YOU want to help?''

''Bet you can't put one single suitcase in there''

''Don't trick me''

''I'm not''

The tall blonde rushed to get her luggages as Byron was taking his time. It became a competition before the hotel closed their reception.

''...and there. See? I did more than you!'' Burdine said, placing the last bag.

''Wow, you know how to run with those? I can't even walk in my shoes''

''I thought you were a spy?''

''I am but... wait a minute, how do you know that?''

''I, as you might not know, was in the fashion police''

''I'm sorry, the what?''

''THE FASHION POLICE! Are you deaf?''

''The fashion police? You mean this as a joke?''

''Don't be rude. I saw you a few times with that boy, the one with the afro''

''In what context did you see me being a spy?''

''I just did. When Elimina was kidnapped, you came with him''

Byron went to his 4x4 and opened the door. Burdine was hesitant, but hopped in. Unfortunately, her tallness didn't give her justice. Her forehead hit the border of the car. She felt on the concrete.

''Oh goodness, Burdine, are you alright, dear?''

''Do I look alright to you? It hurts''

''Don't move, I have a first-aid kit here'', Byron said as he grabbed the kit from his underseat.

The sky was now dark. The blonde woman was now bleeding on the ground. Thankfully, it wasn't enough to make her unconscious.

''Hold this and don't move, I'll try to enter the hotel to get you some ice''

''It's no use, it's 9'o'clock, the hotel is closed, this is so painful''

''Don't be ridiculous. This is just a little bit of blood''

''Am I going to die?''

''Silly, I'm no doctor, but I'm pretty sure you'll live, even your dog...-''

''MY BABY! Where is he?''

''Now, now, calm down, we will find your dog and get you some ice''

The British man got up and went to the door. Locked. He knocked multiple times but no answer. Then, he saw a small light from one of the employees' rooms. His arms waved worriedly. They were able to open the door. One of the employees went outside to help. She got one of Burdine's arms while Byron got the other. They helped her get inside the infirmary.

''Don't touch me'', Burdine's agressive voice said loudly.

''How am I supposed to bandage you if I can't touch you?''

''Are you saying it's my fault?''

''Well, if you weren't so tall''

''Excuse me?''

''I said-''

''Here you go miss, we found him snooping in our garbage'' the teenage employee interrupted Byron with Burdine's dog in her hands.

''Royale, my small baby, come see mommy'', Burdine screamed of joy, taking her dog in her hands and holding him tightly. This gave enough time for Byron to disinfect and patch the scar.

''There you go! See, it wasn't so hard''

''You really are Mr. Wrong''

''Would Mr. Wrong help you with your bobos like that? No. Now, get up we have to leave''

Byron entered the car first and turned on the engine. Afterwards, Burdine entered. The ride itself was silent. Not even a radio on. Sometimes, Royale would bark uncontrollably. 15 minutes later, there was Burdine's house. They both brought up all of her baggage and left the dog inside.

''Well, I have to leave now, happy to see you're doing fine with this incident and all''

''Yeah...''

Byron turned around and as he was leaving the house, Burdine said:

''Thank you for helping me. I guess you're not really Mr. Wrong after all''