Chapter 2

• Wisdom endured the expensive goods on 7/11. She only took the most important and needed right away stuff in order to save a few cash.
• It was already an hour ago since the drama of the century happened—she shamed Richard and Francine in front of hundreds of judging eyes. Her heart was still heavily pounding inside her chest. She could hear the loud
• beats of her pumping heart, to be honest.
• Wisdom took one last glance to her basket. “This will do for a week, I guess.”
• She then decided to go to the cashier. To her surprise, the goods she bought were 95$. She only had 50$ left in her wallet.
• “I’ll answer it.” A familiar voice from behind spoke. From the man’s scent, Wisdom already knew who it was.
• “Terry Kale!” She exclaimed the name of her high school crush.
• “Hello, Wisdom!” Terry said as he handed a 100$ to the cashier with his eyes still on Wisdom’s.
• “You’ve grown more beautiful as far as I can remember.”
• Wisdom should’ve put makeup on. Her face was obviously stained with red due to that statement from her former crush. Even the cashier noticed that and smiled at her secretly.
• She cleared her throat before speaking. “You flatter me, Terry. I mean, you are always hard to please way back then…”
• “Past is past, Wisdom. Besides, I heard you just got divorced with your husband a few weeks ago.” He said as he received the change from the 100$. It was his turn this time to check out the goods he bought: a hotdog sandwich and a Slurpee.
• Wisdom raised her brows. Who could’ve told him that when he’s
• studying in Paris?
• “Who told you?” She asked without a hint of suspicion.
• “Francine Cabello. You know, your best friend since high school,
• remember?”
• Of course she remembers. Even a syllable of her full name was forever marked in her memory archive. That bitch who called herself a best friend was just insulting to the honourable title of being a best friend. If only she could turn back the sands of time and take back that title from that adder would be very much satisfying for Wisdom. But reality was always bitter;
• what’s done is done. What has occurred is already irrevocable.
• “Are you okay?” He asked as he gestured that they sat by the chairs in the convenience store.
• Wisdom nodded. “Yes, I’m fine.”
• “Great! Would you like a coffee, tea…or me?”
• She jerked her head towards him in a blink of an eye. She was
• wholly flabbergasted by that query, even if it is just a joke for him.
• “I’m kidding, Wisdom!” Of course he is.
• “I’m fine, Terry.” That was a white lie. Wisdom was used to
• pretending to be fine ever since she’s a lass. She never wanted other people to
• be involved in her personal dilemma.
• “I see,” Terry countered as he took a bite from his hotdog
• sandwich.
• Wisdom’s phone rings. She looked outside through the glass; it
• was already twilight. She then picked up her phone and answered it.
• “Hello?”
• “Come to the office tomorrow…at six a.m.”
• It was her boss, Gerry Grace. He told her to come to the office
• on Saturday and at six in the morning—she’s still snoring at that hour to be
• frank.
• “Sure!” She made it look like she was excited. Well, she was
• Gerry’s pet anyway—his mistress. Richard had long been drilling different
• women. Apparently, this had been the reason that pushed her to agree as Gerry’s
• woman.
• It was her form of revenge to her husband at that time. Usually, he asked her to come to the office on weekends either to hand her a gift or that he needs her “physical services”—or probably both. Then, he will be taking her to a nearby hotel’s restaurant. After which they’ll continue their primeval dance in one of the hotel’s restrooms. What an outstanding place to drill and feast on your mistress…
• Wisdom put the phone down and peered at Terry who was enjoying
• his Slurpee.
• He caught her staring at him. “What?”
• “Nothing.” That was a lie from her again.
• To be frank, because of Richard’s constant cheating, she had begun to learn the ways of a mistress. Her constant cravings for Gerry had made her a bit crazy on the inside; she ended up pleasuring herself at night instead.
• And Wisdom somehow found another prey on the very walls of this convenience store. She found a new friend-with-benefits as she gazed at Terry who was finishing his hotdog sandwich and Slurpee.
• ***
• Her day had not been showered with gifts and sex and kissing.
• She was fired by her boss and bed partner, Gerry Grace.
• “Are you sure with that Gerry?!” Her sharp shriek reverberated in
• the walls of his office.
• “Just because of a shitty video, you will directly fire me to protect the reputation of a company? How about your image as a manager? Do the board members or even your wife know that you were feasting different women every other night?”
• Apparently, someone took a video the moment Wisdom shamed
• Francine and Richard at the supermarket yesterday…and uploaded it on social
• media as well.
• Gerry’s face was oozing with ire, with fury. The unrecognizable wrath on his face reflects on the screen of his MacBook—wholly irritated. If this woman was not very beautiful and had no huge chest, he would probably be dragging her outside his office by now.
• “It’s the request of the upper management, Wisdom. Besides, there
• are many aspiring secretary applicants waiting outside this room at this very
• moment.”
• Wisdom looked briefly at the door before returning her gaze to the man in front of her.
• “So that’s why you were firing me like throwing rubbish in the trash bin?”  Her eyes radiate unfeigned rage.
• “Because you have a new sexy Secretary to serve you? To play with you? To blow the god-damned horn between your legs?” Wisdom could no longer contain her boiling anger. She clenched her fists tightly as if she was ready to punch Gerry’s groin.
• Gerry couldn’t refuse the allegations though. Wisdom’s words did resonate verity—resonate truth. To be frank, he had grown tired of Wisdom’s presence…and her body. There are a myriad of fresh applicants waiting outside anyway. Just after thirty minutes of job interview with any of the lined-up women outside, he’ll have a new toy to play with after a long time spending
• with the milky crevice between Wisdom’s legs.
• “You’re right, Wisdom. But, ephemeral is the only thing perpetual on this planet, dearest. So, I suggest you apply for another job at another company so that you’ll have a daily meal at your table.”
• He then leaned closer to her, who was sitting placidly on a chair
• a few inches across his table.
• “We can still hook up anyway. Just call me and I’ll be there...I’ll be there inside you.” That was more of a whisper of invitation than a casual reminder.
• Wisdom’s brows met, painting a scowled face. Without any more words to say, she grabbed the little pink envelope on the table and stood. She went straight to the door without even turning back or bothering to say goodbye to her former boss and former man-in-bed.
• He heard the door slam as he turned back to get his coffee from the table near the window.
• “I’ll take that as a no,” Gerry muttered as he took a sip from his Starbucks Frappe.
• ***
• The revelry and clinking of glasses flooded in the ears of Wisdom. The price of this margarita flashed back from her mind. It costs 20$—the only money left in her pocket. She will not also wish that her bank account had more cents left considering the fact that Gerry had ceased sending her money a few hours ago when he fired her—thrown her out was probably more
• accurate and precise.
• She could sense that he had grown tired of her body. Gerry is a type of asshole that always wants to excavate different sizes of women’s chests and various tightness of women’s abyss. He always wants to enter a new narrow cave every night as if he owns all the women in the world.
• Wisdom just shook her head in dismay; in frustration and disappointment. All men in her life were either an asshole, a dickhead, or both—just like her father who left them when she was just nine years old.
• She took the last sip in her margarita before ordering another one: a mojito. Luckily, Gerry secretly handed her a hundred dollars on a little pink envelope as soon as she slammed the office door shut.
• This hotel happens to be the most expensive and most luxurious in
• their city. Now she knows why, just by looking at the price of the mojito.
• Wisdom wished she didn’t glance at the price of the cocktail.
• She silently consumed the drink while roaming her eyes around. There are some men who were necking their girlfriends—or probably their other girlfriends. There are also some women whose dress is an inch away from being naked; that a little tug of their dress will make their chest wholly visible in the eyes of drinkers and bartenders in this bar room.
• ‘This is truly the room where men take their mistresses and other
• girlfriends…’ Wisdom knows this as this was also the place where Gerry took her
• the first time they hooked up. This has also been the place where she
• constantly sees Francine with Richard, along with Francine’s other men.
• Wisdom finished her mojito. She was about to order another cocktail—a vodka martini—when a man sat beside her.
• It was the C.E.O. from the grocery store.