Suddenly, you're my wife

Part 4

After some hours, we went to the immigration office which is filled with people that are clearly non-Americans.

Jhoana who is not comfortable with this kind of crowd is clearly irritable while we walk towards the line. She looked ahead and saw a long queue to the counter so she called me to follow her.

"Wait, Jhoana. The line!" I said behind her. When we got near the counter, the teller called the next one.

"Next please?" He said.

"Oh, oh." She jogged towards him and overtake everybody. "Just.. uh.." She looked at the Asian that was supposed to be the next one. "I'm just gonna ask him a question."

I looked at the Asian girl and apologized to her for Jhoana.

My God! What a witch!

"I need you to file this fiance visa for me please." She asked the teller. He raised his brows in disbelief and rolled his eyes before looking at the papers.

"Urgh. Ms. Maraguinot?"

"Yes." She smiled fake.

"Please come with me." He said and Jhoana looked at me, impressed yet?

We were escorted to a room that has a table and two chairs.

"I have a bad feeling about this." I said.

I was getting suspicious on what is going to happen. You don't usually get to be in a room when applying for a visa.

There was a knock on the door and a man with a beard entered. "Hi. Hello. I'm Mr. Gilbertson." He pointed the table where his name at.

"Ah." Jhoana said.

"You must be Bea." He looked me at before looking at her. "And you must be Jhoana." I nodded. "Sorry about the wait, it's uh... pretty crazy in here today."

"Oh, yeah I understand. And I can't tell you how much I appreciate us seeing such short notice." Jhoana said.

He walked around his table and sat.

"Yeah, okay." He looked at the file that he was holding. "So, I have one question for you two. Are you both committing a fraud, a crime, to avoid her deportation so she can keep her position as Editor-in-Chief?"

"Uh.." Jhoana started. "That's ridiculous. Where did you.. Where did you hear that?"

"We received a phone call this afternoon from a man named..."

"Bobby Spaulding?" Jhoana finished his sentence. "Oh God, poor Bobby. I'm so sorry. Bobby is nothing but a former employee, and I-I apologize, but we know you're incredibly busy with a room full of gardeners and delivery boys to tend to."

I face slapped myself in disbelief. This bitch really don't know how to please people.

"If you could give us our next step and we will be out of your hair." She continued.

Mr. Gilbertson laughed and sat properly. "Uh, let me explain to you the process, that is about to unfold. Step one, will be a scheduled interview. I'll put you each in a separate rooms and I'll ask you every little questions that real couple would know about each other. Step two, I dig deeper. I look at your phone records, I talk to your neighbors, I interview your co-workers. If your answers don't match up at every point, you.." He pointed at the smirking Jhoana.

"..will be deported immediately, and indefinitely. And you..." He pointed at me. "...will commit a felony, a crime, punishable by a fine of 250,000 dollars and a stay of five years in federal prison."