“Jake, I don’t know… if I am ready for this,” Myra said, twirling a loose strand of hair that remained out of her ponytail. Jake halted the sports car just before a red light before attending to her.

“There’s another thing, Myra. Your father’s failing businesses. If we undergo this union, for once, you can save them. YX will be willing to lend you financial assistance. At no price.”

At the green light, the sports car moved again. Jake focused his attention to the road, driving swiftly in the absence of traffic. It was not a busy day today.

Myra hid her trembling fingers under the folds of her dress....