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the day.
    We got past the crowd of people flocking around the
conference hall as if they were preparing for something big. Out of curiosity,
I peeked inside. Was it a wedding ceremony? Well, it was kind of obvious actually.
White curtains hanging around, flowers scattered everywhere, and mellow songs
which filled the air. A wedding ceremony indeed.
    I suddenly remembered Aaron. That guy must be happily
married by now with that tramp. Or maybe not, since I would be getting my luck
back. And there was this chance that the wedding didn’t happen and he had
already realized that he had been wrong all along. And by now, he desperately
wanted me to get back in his life again. Aaron could be kind of shy once in a
while so perhaps he was kind of hesitant to call me until now. But I guessed I
would be hearing from him any moment soon.
    As soon as I’d be able to talk with John Brooks.
    I walked out of the hotel, still guided by the vexatious
guard. After realizing that Mr. Smith wouldn’t leave me alone unless I would
get out of this hotel, I yielded to just hailing a cab. Now that Plan A had
failed, I had another one in mind.
    Ha! Just wait for a moment and I’d be right back.
    “Take me to the nearest mall,” I told the driver, adjusting
my heels in place. This better not fall or I’d flip. I didn’t bring spare shoes
with me. And I also hoped that my luck wasn’t exhausted yet, like the way it
was a few days ago when I reached the limit of being unfortunate. I just needed
some undisturbed time of being normal.
    Not lucky. Just normal.
    After a while, the cab driver said, “We’re here, Miss.”
    “Oh, okay. Let me just get some cash,” I said, unlocking my
bag and counting the exact amount. I wasn’t normally this stingy but having my
job cut-off and all my savings gone, I had to be thrifty with what was left. It
wasn’t many. I’d be out of money pretty soon. And life in this city without
money might as well mean death.
    The cab driver didn’t say anything but he looked aloof all
right.
    “And here’s the last cent. Okay, done,” I said, getting out
of the cab.
    In front of me was a five-storey building covered with
hundred meters tarps. Maybe that was an exaggeration. It wasn’t hundred meters
but it was really huge.
    And so was the waiting line outside the mall.
    I looked at my watch and saw that it wasn’t even ten
o’clock. That explained a lot about the line. But why today of all days did
these people need to buy whatever they have to buy so early in the morning?
    At first, I was patiently waiting as the forty-second person
to enter the mall. But as the clock ticked on, I was getting frantic that if I
wouldn’t get my hands on John Brooks’ whereabouts I’d be so dead and I’d never
be able to get my life back.
    Good for them, before I was even able to fake a bomb scare
gossip, the double door of the mall opened. I found my way inside in a hurry.
Thankfully, the mall was large enough to hold forty or so people without having
them to bump shoulders against shoulders.
    Going to the beauty section, I hurriedly grabbed a
semi-permanent dye and also some cheap hair dryer. I also picked up a cotton
sweater, tiered skirt and some new shoes.
    “Credit or cash, Ma’am?” the lady behind the counter asked
me.
    I flashed my credit card and said, “Credit.”
    Credit cards were so handy during these dubious times. The
magical credit card rescued an almost penniless girl like me. I’d think of a
way to pay the bills later.
    Hurrying to the restroom, I found the most comfortable spot
where I could put my things. Then I started dyeing my hair right away. So this
was my plan. It was brilliant. And after totally staining the sink, to which
the janitress responded with dismay, I managed to make a descent dye with my
hair—all flared up.
    Now, I just needed to dry it and it would be perfect. That
guard wouldn’t even notice me. No one could ever stop me from rummaging that
Burchett Hotel. I must at least find