In My Desperate Time

Thirty- three years, what can I say?

I can only say that Frances Louis is good at math.

I am twenty-four years old this year. Thirty-three years later, I will be fifty-seven years old. Will all my youth be wasted on this man?

God knows how desperate I am to get away from this fate and live the life I want.

“No matter what, I can’t give up.”

“Four million, I will pay you off.”

I say to Frances Louis confirmedly.

His eyes fall on me and he stares at me for a while.

I don’t know what he is thinking, and I couldn't see through that look. The unreadable Frances Louis frightens me.

Frances Louis's phone rings in front of me, breaking the eerie silence.

He looks at the screen as if hesitating whether to answer it or not.

Whose call makes Frances Louis look like this?

I peep at it and see Whitney Jordan’s name.

makes

should be psychologically

the phone. I could not help saying, “Are you

Louis glances at me with a frown, then he taps on the screen and answers

“Hello.”

volume of Louis’s phone’s phone is large, plus the room is quiet, or because I'm listening intently, I

my

questioning with no

driving.” Frances

come to see

small talks, but it sounds like flirting over the

Whitney Jordan suddenly ask, “Did you lose your Black

in my direction,

your black card. It is the employee at Song

and I am too

gave it to Steven Song. Maybe he gave it to his employee.

Frances Louis hangs

But I feel uneasy.

expected, Frances Louis's expression becomes serious and he says in a grave voice,

see her, too. But how did she know I was using your card? Aren't black cards all the same?” I ask

is specially made by the bank. It