Red String Of Love

Chapter 8: Secret Password

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, but the chapter is finally up. It's not only long but there is treat with it! I hope you guys enjoy it.

“….and after that at 3, you are scheduled to take a tour around the newly built CAN-DIEZ factory. Gumball, are listening to me?”

“Huh? Uh yes, yes I am.”

Peppermint squinted his eyes at me and said, “You know, I read in the tabloids a few weeks back that Marshall Lee is back in town. Are you by any chance meeting up with him?”

“What? No. no I’m not.” I laugh nervously before clearing my throat, “Pepp, you know I wouldn’t risk all our plans like that.”

“Yeah, you’re right. By the way what happened to your cell phone? I tried calling you last night but you’re phone was turned off.”

“I uh…I’m sorry. I was very tired yesterday so I turned my cell off…and...Um, well I forgot to bring it with me today.” I said nervous sweat slid down the nape of my neck.

Peppermint nodded his head slowly, and then continued reminding me what’s going on, on my agenda today.

A few hours after Pepp left my desk phone rang, when I answered it Papp said, “Sir, the president of the German branch is on line 3 asking for an urgent call.”

“Okay, thank you.” I said then I pressed the number three button and waited for the line to connect.

“Hello?” said a voice on the other end.

“Good afternoon sir. President Gumball speaking.” I greeted professionally.

“Pfft! Hahahaha! What the hell Gumball? You sound like silly!”

“Marshall?!” I yelled before suddenly slapping my mouth shut, then in a low voice I said, “What are you doing? Is this a prank?”

“I was hoping, but the moment you answered I couldn’t hold my laughter anymore.”

“This is very stupid. I’m hanging up.”

“Wait! Wait! Hold on, don’t hang up!”

“What now?” I say annoyed.

“I have your cell phone.” He answered.

“My what? My cell phone? How?”

“Let’s just say, I found it by chance.”

“That’s good. Thank you so much.” I said in relief, “I’m quite busy today, but I can spare few minutes before 3. Let’s meet at Buttercups and you can give me my phone.”

“Uh no.”

“What do you mean no?”

“You see, you’re not the only one who is busy today. I have work too.”

“Marshall you said you were taking a break from producing music, how busy can you be?”

“Very. Now if you give me your house address I can drop it off at your place tonight.”

“No. I’m not giving you my address.”

“Fine, you can have it your way. But you might not get your phone until tomorrow night.”

I swallowed hard and contemplated on the idea, bringing Marshall over to my house was a very bad move. But I needed my phone.

“Penny for your thoughts, Gumwad?” I swear I could hear the smug in his voice.

“fine.” Oh glob. He cornered me. I fell right into his trap and it’s too late to escape. I took a shaky breath then spat my address to him. This was going to be a long day.