KITO
I knew there was going to be a catch; keeping a secret from someone who's neither a friend nor a lover implies one thing: indebtedness to that person.
I got home that evening, thinking about my conversation with Renee and her condition. While I felt her demands were absurd, I also wanted to help her, considering she was penniless and broken after her divorce.
The next day, I called a friend who's a contractor to arrange for the renovation of the theater. It turned out I would be spending millions on an old property that wasn't worth it, but to keep my end of the bargain, I had to act accordingly.
That evening was cold. I had just returned from the office when I noticed Renee sitting at my door, her face so tender and innocent, unaware of what I could do to her if she dared spill a
