SETH RIVERA AND THE ULTIMATE BLACK CARD

PHOEBE MISFORTUNE

The rushing sun was setting its colorful tones over Kingston when Seth Rivera got back home. The sound of his shoes thudded against the floor of the long corridor of his plush apartment, the reality of his actions of the previous night weighing him down.

He realized he had to, and at some point the facts would come out, that he had to talk to Phoebe. Seth’s heartbeat was fast as he opened the door leading to their house.

Phoebe was seated with her back to him when he came in and as she swiveled round to face him she had a look of intense distrust in her eyes.

“Seth,” she said her voice sounding very much serious and so controlled. Therefore, such questions as “Where were you last night?”

Seth was frozen for a moment trying to think of a reason that she would not suspect him. “I was involved in a business meeting that ended rather late.”

Phoebe laughed, her lips compressed into a thin line with a smirk “A business meeting, Seth? Is that the best you have got to say right now