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“Was I wrong to judge Brooke? I should have confirmed Pricilla! I failed to listen! I went into this arrogance like I’m absolutely right and she is wrong.”
“Yes.”
“Or was I embarrassed about that silly love letter and wanted to prove to myself that I cannot be fooled. Or was it just me projecting my anger at Foster onto Brooke Banner?”
“All the above Ethan. This is about you and only you pushing away someone; a worthy woman, who finally gets you and makes you happy.”
I needed this. I needed someone to talk straight to me. I value her as being one of the few who can do it to my face. “I love you, Pricilla.”
“Shut up Ethan.”
“As they do in America, Group hug!”
“What group? I am not doing that rubbish Ethan.”
I hug her anyway.
THE VERDICT
ETHAN
That same night when I discussed this thing with Pricilla and realized that Brooke is probably innocent, I feel an immense guilt. Pricilla still wanted to confirm with our mole at Foster Design Company, why Brooke had approached them. That answer would only be available the next early morning. I spent the dreadful night drinking wine and watching reruns of cricket matches from the 1940s. The next morning, I receive an email from our mole.
“Brooke Banner has been demanding her Design Samples back from the Foster Design Company. They have kept her designs when she submitted them as samples in her application. The design samples were submitted upon the condition that they would be returned if the applicant is not hired. Miss Brooke Banner along with other applicants has been wrongly treated in this regard. Miss Brooke Banner came into the Foster Design Company office to make an in-person request for the return of her design samples. No other request was made.”
I am now happy and embarrassed.
THE MOAT AND THE PRINCESS
ETHAN
Ithrow on some clothes, rush to Brooke Banner’s apartment. It’s a leafy neighborhood and I know she lives with two of her best friends. I ring the bell. I hear walking towards the door and look through the peephole. I hear two voices, but they don’t sound like Brooke.
“Oh My God! It’s him!”
“Who?”
“The Hawaiian Nightmare!”
“Are you sure?”
“How many men are six foot four and look that handsome, other than short basketball players?”
“Brooke! Brooke! The guy we hate is here! The yacht vampire! The one who signed the Magna Carta!”
Good God! This is not going to be easy. She has obviously shared everything with her roommates. Fair enough. There is a moat, and I must deal with two alligators before I reach my princess.
“Listen, Edith, Sylvia, I can hear everything you just said. I am here to apologize to Brooke.”
There is no sound.
“The thing is that I love her, and I am very sorry.”
“You what!”
“Say that again!”
“I love Brooke. I know I was wrong that day and I should have listened to her explanation. The thing is that I was there to give her a love letter. And I was feeling vulnerable and seeing her come out of my enemy’s office just unleashed my insecurities. Are you there Brooke?”
