Negotiate

Francis

We entered an air-conditioned room that I assume is Porsha's room. I glance at the other door to if Natalie was living here, where she sleeps? Porsha's room was as wide as Natalie's old apartment. There's a sofa and she stood with her mother. I cleared my throat and sat down as Gibson did the same. They sat down across us on the bed.

"I'm here to ask if Natalie Vera was related to you?" they each exchange looks, and I know what they both mean.

"She's the daughter of my husband." So, Natalie didn't know that she's the daughter of another woman. "What about her? Was this related to her job?" Grace made a grimacing face.

"This wasn't about her job. But this is partially about it. However, I would like to ask where your husband is as well?"

"He's working away, he only comes home during weekends." Porsha answers.

"Hmm, what's your course?"

"Political Science."

"That's a hard one." I managed to smile a little and she smiled