Magnetic Attraction 32 (Patreon)

Magnetic Attraction
Chapter 32

-VB-

Nessa swept her gold blonde hair over her shoulder and hummed before her hand slid down and swept her hand down from the top of her pregnant belly.

She was close. She could feel her.

Yes, her.

She already had a name for her daughter to be and wanted to welcome her into this world with as much as possible.

Now, it would be great if Arthur stopped guilt-tripping her with half a chance he got, then her life would be even better!

… She did have to admit that she was wrong. About … the blacks.

Honestly, it was probably her environment. There was no other way to put it. The more she read, thought, and listened, the more she realized that she was … wrong.

And that really hurt to admit it. That she had beaten and murdered others in the pursuit of an ideal that was bullshit.

This was why Kayden left. Sure, she would like her soon to be born daughter to be like her or Arthur, but the fact of the matter was that while Arthur was a great man, she was not a great woman or person. She read how black hands invented some of her favorite tools and food. How her own distant ancestors from the south survived the great boll weevil devastation thanks to a black scientist's work on alternative crop.

Arthur was also especially outspoken about how minorities appeared as how they, the white majority, forced them to be. She learned terms like redlining.

But all of this didn't change her instinctive dislike for blacks that she gained in her time spent under the E88.

She hated it. She hated how her own feelings was an example of how better she could be but would not.

Her daughter would be better than her.

Knock knock.

"?"

People didn't come by Arthur's manor. He didn't order anything to the house, after all, and picked up almost everything from the post office.

She walked down the stairs from the decorated baby rooms to the front door. Activating the security camera, she saw on the security display right next to the door that there was a young woman, dressed well if plainly, waiting for her to open the door.

Opening the door, she smiled. "Hello. How can I help you?" she asked the woman, who looked like she should be in college or starting her career.

"Hello, miss! Is this Anders' residence?"

"It is, but who might you be?"

"I'm Anne Barnes, an investigative journalist," she replied with a smile and a curtsy. "I'm currently trying to figure out Mr. Anders' timeline on when he started living in the day. It's for my college journalism project, you see."

"I … see. Sorry, but Mr. Anders," Nessa stressed his surname instead of giving enough name to not give this woman any hint. "Is currently not in the residence and is a private man. If you want to interview him, please contact Anders Solutions. Good day."

And then she closed the door.

Weird people everywhere these days, huh? Who chose to do a timeline on a digital service and recently corporate hero-making mogul?

At least, she-.

The doorbell rang again.

It was the same woman.

Nessa debated whether or not she should answer her. Journalists could be persistent people, and not giving them anything sometimes spurred them on, though the inverse was not strictly true as well.

With a sigh, she opened the door and looked at Ms. Barnes in the eyes. "Yes?"

"Are you his mistress?"

'Fuck my life,' Nessa thought.

"Did I give you permission to ask me private questions that dig into my private life?" she asked instead.

"Well, no, but-."

"Have a good afternoon. Please don't come back."

And then she shut the door on her face.

The nerve of some people!

-VB-

"Wait, you met her, too?" Jessica, her sister and not her man's secretary/ally, said incredulously.

"What's you mean, too?" Nessa asked in turn. "The bitch has been around our house that frequently?"

Arthur was out patrolling, so it was just the four women of the household plus Theo and Aster.

"Language," Kayden snapped without heat.

"Sorry," Nessa quickly replied with a huff. "Have you met her, too, Kayden?"

"Yes. She came by my company and asked specifically for me."

"Yikes. So we have someone who might. Be aware of our past and trying to uncover us?"

"... probably," Clarissa grumbled. "Why can't people just keep their noses out of our business?"

"Probably for the same reason we couldn't?" Theo replied rhetorically, which only earned him a kick from Clarissa that missed.

"Don't fight at the dinner table," Kayden, the mother hen, chided them.

"Should we disappear her, then?" Jessica asked.

"We aren't villains anymore, Jess," Clarissa huffed. "Arthur won't like it if you go and disappear someone."

"Then we're going to let this hussy keep digging into our pasts and lives?"

"No," Theo hummed. "We can make her stop, though, by other means. I remember her family name. Barnes. He's a leader who works in the same firm as Brandish."

A pause.

"Could she be a New Wave spy…?"

"Spies are better than her," Clarissa giggled. "What kind of spies walks up to their target and bluntly asks for info?"

"Dumb ones," Nessa snorted.

"Maybe we can contact Mr. Barnes then. Ask him if he is aware of what his daughter is doing."

"Would that be enough?"

"Probably not, but some subtle hints about Arthur Anders not finding the situation funny .I got help."

"Right, and that's going to work because…?" Clarissa asked.

Jessica rolled her eyes. "Because Arthur officially hired Eisenfeld, and fame has uses."

"Right. I knew that."

"We should start having you take political classes," Kayden hummed.

"Wait, what? But I'm only a high schooler!"

"And Arthur has money to burn to have you learn, and all of us know that he likes smart girls."

Theo grimaced Ed. "TMI."

Nessa snorted.