Chapter 46: A ‘Special’ Task


It was the oddest business card Zach had ever been handed. There was only a logo along with the address. He triple-checked with Matthias if it was correct, but was still not convinced after. Zach didn’t want to go to the wrong place, especially when Matthias requested him to make the trip on Saturday morning. Even though his job did not require him to work on the weekends, he knew he would eventually have to. How could he say ‘no’?

“It’ll be a quick drop, I hope you don’t mind,” Matthias said.

Matthias arrived at Zach’s house at close to 12a.m. It seemed like an urgent matter and Zach wondered why Matthias could not do it himself. Unfortunately, that was not the kind of question one would ask their boss.

“Sure,” Zach replied.

“I’ll leave the car with you. You can take it to Skypeak tomorrow,” Matthias said.



Matthias patted him on the shoulder before entering the taxi that was waiting for him. After the taxi drove out of sight, Zach groaned. He weighed the heavy brown envelope in his hand but was too tired to speculate its contents. Pulling himself to bed, he hoped there wouldn’t be an early call time tomorrow. Did it even matter if he showed up at the clubhouse on time? Zach’s eyelids shut before he had an answer.

The next morning, he received a call from Ms Leona. Right before he could start the engine of the sedan, she was ringing for attention. Zach hesitated for a moment, before deciding to answer it out of courtesy.

“Good morning,” he greeted.

“Good morning. You’re up early. I’m surprised,” Ms Leona said.

“Yea. What time do I have to be at Skypeak?” he asked.

“Dinner time.”

“OK. I’ll be there then,” Zach said, and heaved a silent sigh.

But before he could hang up, Ms Leona added, “I’d like to meet with you earlier, Zach. Will that be alright?”

“What for?” Zach did not hide the suspicion in his voice.

“Something special. I’ll tell you when I see you. What time is good?”

He wasn’t surprise. Zach was the ‘special’ one after all. He was the most important pawn. Unfortunately, he did not know what his job was.

“After lunch, I guess.”

“Great. How about 3pm at the east lounge?”


“I’ll see you then.” Ms Leona ended the call before he could say another word.

Aside from leaving him a time and place to meet, she left him worried as well. Zach had previously contemplated on dropping out of the challenge entirely. When he told Matthias, he was reminded of the contract he signed. The only way to escape was to first discover the plan of his captors. It shouldn’t be too hard with all the gossipy wives at Skypeak, but somehow it was.

Deciding to think about Skypeak later, he typed the address on the business card into the GPS and began following its lead. It was not a long journey, but it was a questionable one. After ten minutes, he was directed into a narrow alley that led him off road. He was amazed to find a hidden forest in the city, but became more hesitant to continue on. Five minutes into habitat of trees, he pulled the handbrake and reached for the envelope.

Zach held it in his hands and contemplated opening it. After what felt like an hour of thinking, he decided not to. It was sealed tight and it would be obvious if he had torn it open. Shaking his head, he stepped on the gas. Shortly after, he drove into an open area where a wooden cabin stood, isolated from the world.

Smoke rose from the chimney, indicating someone was home. Getting out of the car, he strode to the front door and gave it a knock. A second later, the door opened and a man stepped into the doorway.

“Are you lost?” the man asked.

“No. I was told to give this to you,” Zach said, handing the envelope over.

The man took it and tore it open. He pulled out the thick stack of paper and flipped through the first few pages. Then, he smiled.

“Thank you. Tell Matthias his sister says ‘hello’,” the man said.

The way the man said it felt odd, but Zach merely nodded his head. The man remained standing at the doorway, as Zach hurried to the car and drove off. Once Zach made it back to the main road, he sent Matthias a text. Matthias’ no reply was the least of his worries. He now had to meet with Ms Leona and face her special ‘something’.

Arriving at the clubhouse, Zach handed the car to the valet. It felt good being able to do that, but the feeling only lasted awhile. The east lounge was a short walk from the foyer and he soon found Ms Leona.

“Busy morning?” Ms Leona asked.

“Not really,” Zach replied.

“Don’t worry. This week’s challenge only starts tomorrow.”

“Ah, I see.”

“But for this week’s challenge, I need your help.”

Zach held his tongue as he watched Ms Leona place five cards before him. Each card had an image: a knife, a ball, a dumbbell, a baby, and a towel. He gave each image a good look before asking, “What are these for?”

“I need you to tell me which card to give which contestant.”

“Why me?” Zach asked.

“Why not you?”

Her question was the answer – there was an audience that wanted more action from him. Zach imagined cameras zooming in on him right then.

“Fine,” Zach replied.

Zach decided to match the cards to the first name that came to mind. Knife for Matthias, dumbbell for Jodie, ball for himself, and then he paused.

“Ball?” Ms Leona asked surprised.

“I play sports,” Zach simply stated.

“I see.”

Her interruption caused him to ponder, not on his own pick but on whom the baby card should go to next. Neither Richard nor Guinevere came to mind at the sight of the baby. They both fitted the towel card more. Will it matter whom he gave it to? Whether it did or not, Zach had to choose.

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The Making of The Battle for Oz


The making of The Battle for Oz was more than writing The Battle for Oz. Here is the complete production process.

Pre Production

In film making, this is where the script is written, a budget is given, the cast and crew are hired, the locations are recce-ed, the production schedule is set, the costumes are made, and etc. When pre producing The Battle for Oz, I only needed the completed manuscript and $7,700. Seems like a much easier process compared to making a movie, right? Well, it is… except that raising $7,700 was not easy at all.

Since my manuscript was already completed, I simply had to focus on getting the funds. I reached out to my family and friends, and gotten my parents on board to reach out to their friends as well. I Facebook messaged everyone up to five times and thickened my skin during the entire process. I’ve tried different ways in the 3-month time frame and can now conclude on what works and what doesn’t.

What works:
– Spamming your Facebook friends, especially when they don’t respond to your first message. Tell them it’s OK for them to tell you to stop if they find it annoying. Many will ignore you, but some will turn around at the very end and support you because they admire your perseverance.
– Reaching out to family, because they will support you. Ask your uncles and aunts, cousins and cousins-in-law, nephews and nieces, and everyone in your family tree.
– Don’t be afraid to ask mum and dad for help, because mum and dad have contacts and mum and dad will shamelessly support you. Because they are mum and dad. (*Neither of my parents forked out any money, but they successfully convinced their friends to support my dream.)
– Email blog followers. Not all but some will respond. (Those of you who did, thank you!)
– Tweet Twitter followers. Not all but some will respond. (Those who did, thank you too!)

What doesn’t work:
– Messaging book bloggers.
– Promoting your book in Goodreads groups that you’re not active in.
– Spamming Facebook groups.
– Trying to get the support of famous YouTubers. (Not worth the effort no matter how desperate you are. Trust me.)
– Reddit.

Hitting $7,700 was almost impossible for me, especially when majority of my backers were from Malaysia. The currency exchange made it difficult for people to give more. Still, after a lot of convincing and praying, I managed to hit the goal. I would call it a miracle. So if I can do it with an exchange rate of more than 3.0, you can certainly do it too.


Once my book was fully funded, I was introduced to Inkshares’ editorial manager who asked for my manuscript and gave me a questionnaire to fill. We also had a brief Skype chat where she answered all my questions. After that, she introduced me to the project manager from Girl Friday Productions. They took over the manuscript and began the editing process. From developmental editing, copy editing, to proofreading, they walked through each stage with me. It was my first time going through such a tedious editing process of my work and I learned that red lines do not necessarily mean bad.

When the editing was finally done, the project manager started with the cover design process. I was given three rounds to comment and change the design, but I pushed it to four. Once I was happy with the cover, the marketing manager from Inkshares came into the picture. She took the digital proofs and began the marketing process including getting early readers and press interest. Before the official publication date, the digital advance reader copy was passed around, a Goodreads giveaway was set up, and I was given an interview questionnaire to fill.

I think the longest production process was the editing, as reviewing edits for each stage took a while. I also had to reread my manuscript many times. It was worth it though.

Post Production

Now that the book is out, marketing becomes the primary focus. Getting reviews is an important part of this stage. Being that Inkshares is a crowd-funded publisher, both author and publisher have to put in effort in promoting the book. On my end, I have to seek reviews to boost the sales. I’ll have to reach out to people again and wear a thick skin once more. Though, I do believe readers would be more supportive this time around. After all, they’ve already bought the book… right? Right? I can only hope.

So there you have it, the making of The Battle for Oz!

Now, for some important post production work.

Click HERE to visit the book page. Buy the book if it piques your interest!

If you have read the book, please, please, please, leave a review on Amazon and Goodreads. Especially Amazon. Help me out! It’s difficult to get reviews. So please do lend a hand. I would really appreciate it!

Curious about the interview I did with Young Entertainment Magazine? They called my book a literary equivalent of a masterful musical mashup. Click HERE to read it! I talked about my background, inspiration, and personal favourites in it too.

OK, I’m done with my little post production segment. Thank you for your support in advance. *AND PLEASE LEAVE ME A REVIEW!*

I hope this post has been helpful for those who are considering crowd-funding their novel. If you have any other questions, feel free to email me or leave a comment :) I’ll be more than willing to answer them.

Till my next post, have a great weekend!


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A Break From Fiction


Hello there, wonderful reader!

I have a couple of things to say today. (Gee, Jeyna, as though that isn’t obvious). Bear with me, as I will need your feedback at the end of this post :)

#1 I’m taking a break from The Clubhouse this week and next.

If you’re interested in diving into this blog series with me, this is the perfect time to catch up on all the chapters. It may seem like a lot, but each chapter is roughly 800-1000 words, so it’s like reading a novella. The story itself has only slightly past the halfway mark. Trust me, I never expected this series to go on for so long. It has been challenging to write. Anyway, the current poll will be extended, so you can place a vote too :)

Next week, in replacement of The Clubhouse, I will be sharing my crowd-funding journey and what I’ve learned throughout the process. The Battle for Oz is finally on bookshelves! So I thought this would be a great topic to write about. If you have any questions, feel free to leave a comment or send me an email. I’ll answer them in that post.

#2 I need your thoughts.

This blog has been a fictional zone since its very beginning. It has been a platform where I share my imaginations with you. The only factual reads you will find here are updates, book releases, occasional blog tags, and thank you posts. Because my blog has been set up in such a way, I’ve found a few pros and cons with the system.

Firstly, not everyone visits my blog frequently. I’m not saying this because I want traffic, I’m saying this because I realise that some of you might not be interested in the latest blog series’ or stories that I publish. Hence, you’re just lurking around. I don’t want you to lurk around anymore.

Secondly, I would love to create a platform where I would be able to share with you some of my experiences as an indie author. Perhaps you might have questions on how my crowd-funding experience for The Battle for Oz was like, or my process in writing and self-publishing my other works. Maybe there are things that I can share that will be able to help you as a writer/ blogger.

On days where I take a break from fiction, I want to create content that will benefit you. If you’d like to see posts as such in the future, leave me a comment or send me an email on the topics you want me to write about.

#3 Place your vote!

I have a 50k+ word novel that I would really like to publish, but I don’t want to have it on an e-platform only. It is a fantasy retelling of a true story, where magic and prophecy exist! I have been holding off this novel from self-publishing because I want it to reach a larger audience. You being part of my audience, I need to know if you would support me if I crowd-fund it.

Currently, I have 2 crowd-funding options:
– Inkshares (again), where I need a minimum of 1000 pre-orders at $10.
– Unbound, where I need to meet 70% of the funding goal, with the minimum funding option of £10.

I don’t know which to go with yet. So please answer the poll below. And be honest :)

Well, that’s all for this post. I’m looking forward to hearing your thoughts :) Just in case you didn’t know, they mean a lot to me.


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Chapter 45: It’s Your Turn


Matthias hated to admit it, but he knew immediately what was going on. The moment Guinevere told him the story, his mind came to a quick conclusion. Based on what she said, someone needed a scandal to weaken Wayne’s position in the bank. A divorce, due to a false claim of infidelity, would do the job. After which, Wayne would be thrown under the bus with another false accusation that had already been set up. Once Guinevere left him, he was done for.

“You’re the start,” Matthias told her.

“Thank you,” was all Guinevere said over the phone.

Guessing from her reaction, she wasn’t a dirty player after all. He had assumptions of her, but they seemed to have changed. Matthias was surprise that she entrusted him with such private information. But the more he thought about it, he began to realise how all of them had grown comfortable with sharing secrets. He briefly wondered if he would share his own. Even though he couldn’t be certain, he was glad people found him trustworthy.

After Guinevere ended the call, Matthias began to ponder over the extra information she shared. She confidently stated that the clubhouse challenge was manipulated. His first belief of it being a show was debunked. There seemed to be something more devious going on and he wanted to find out what. He needed to know if he was going to be played too. Unfortunately, he did not need to do much digging.

That Friday morning, Matthias was called to his boss’ office. He expected a secret meeting with a few directors, as they schemed to out a fellow director they disliked. But when he entered the leather-scented room, he found no one. His boss was missing from his desk and only the Newton’s cradle greeted him from it.

Finding the situation a little odd, he cautiously took a seat among the armchairs. He patiently waited for the office door to open, but after an hour, no one came. Wondering if he got the message wrong, he decided to double check. Just as he got to his feet, the heavy wooden door finally pried open. And in came his boss and a man he had never seen before. The man and his boss exchanged smiles before turning to Matthias.

“You’re here,” his boss said.

Matthias nodded. He was about to greet them both when his boss added, “I have something to do.”

“Should I come back later?” Matthias asked.

“No, you stay.”

Without an explanation, his boss turned on his heel and exited his own office, leaving Matthias with the stranger. The man gestured for Matthias to take a seat before joining him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Matthias. I’ve heard a lot about you,” the man said.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Mr…” Matthias trailed off, hoping the man would finish his sentence.

“Never mind how to address me. I’m just here to chat,” the man replied.

“I see.” And indeed he saw. Matthias had a sinking feeling that it was finally his turn. Everyone else already had theirs, and now it was his.

“I heard your sister has taken a trip outside of the country,” the man stated.

“Yes,” Matthias simply replied. Maddie had followed her course mates on a class trip. She wasn’t going to go initially, but the sudden scholarship fund made it possible for her to join in. At the reminder of that, he saw how everything was put into place. Matthias knew the man wanted something, and he wasn’t going to sit around playing dumb.

“I heard she’s having trouble returning home,” the man added.

It was an obvious threat. Matthias had not heard anything from Maddie. In fact, he had not heard from her in awhile.

“How do I help her get home?” Matthias asked, as he kept his cool composure.

“The personal case you’re working on is doing very well.”

“And?” Matthias prompted. The only personal case he had then was Jodie’s.

“It must be tough work. Perhaps you might want some help?”

“From you?”


He saw where the conversation was going. Matthias was making good progress on Jodie’s case. With all the inside information, he could actually help her. But it seemed somebody did not want to lose, and they were resorting to blackmail.

“Send the information to me and I’ll make everything run smoothly,” the man suggested.

“Everything,” Matthias repeated.

“Everything,” the man confirmed.

Matthias didn’t know how serious he was, but he didn’t need to question it. If the man got to him through his boss, he was dealing with a big gun.

“Let me think about it,” Matthias said.

“Don’t think too long,” the man replied. He then reached into his jacket and pulled out a name card. After handing it to Matthias, he left without a word.

As the day continued, Matthias thought over and over again about his decision. The choice seemed to be an easy one – Maddie was family and Jodie was not. It shouldn’t be difficult to choose his sister, but he had a conscience too. Despite having done things for his boss he was not proud off, the victims of his actions were not people he knew personally. Matthias was not sure if he could betray Jodie.

When night finally came, he needed to make a pick. Whoever the man was working for probably had little patience. After attempting to call his sister and failed, Matthias took it as a hint that he did not have a lot of time. So, he placed the name card and his phone before him. He was going to do one or the other: call Jodie to tell her about what happened or send Zach with the case files to the address on the name card. Matthias had to choose.

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Chapter 44: Losing Is Winning

clubhouse44It was strange to be having a meal with Jodie. But Guinevere kept her thoughts to herself, as it was Wayne’s dinner party. Besides, she didn’t dislike Jodie as much as she used to. So there really was no harm being a little friendly.

When dinner was over, everyone moved to the living room. Guinevere was hoping to gossip with Felicia over some wine. But before she could join the rest, Jodie pulled her back.

“We need to talk,” Jodie said.

“We do?” Guinevere asked with a raised eyebrow.


Jodie gestured toward the hallway and Guinevere reluctantly followed. When the chattering of their friends was out of earshot, Jodie said, “I’ll get straight to the point. Why do you want to win Skypeak?”

The question was odd. So Guinevere asked in reply, “Why would I not want to win Skypeak?”

“That’s not the correct answer.”

“Oh, so now I have to give you one?”

Yes, they weren’t friends, but Guinevere thought they were growing more tolerant of each other. Jodie’s questioning was taking their relationship backward.

“Yes. This is more than a game, Guinevere. I’m curious if you’re really serious about winning. Are you faking it or are you really trying?”

Guinevere chuckled and shook her head in disbelief. Who was Jodie to judge her?

“From my point of view, you don’t need to win Skypeak. You have everything. So why bother unless for show?” Jodie added.

“For show? Do you think my life is a show?”

Guinevere was trying very hard not to raise her voice. She attempted to laugh off her growing anger but it wasn’t working.

“You seem angry,” Jodie calmly stated.

“Oh, no, I’m in a jolly mood.”

She had no idea what was wrong with Jodie. Why on earth was she suddenly picking on her?

“So you know nothing about the challenge being rigged?” Jodie asked.

“What are you talking about? Are you drunk already?”

Jodie did not respond immediately. She simply stared at her for a few seconds, as though deciphering her expression, before saying, “Thank God. I would’ve seek revenge if you did.”

The words that Jodie spoke made no sense and her anger was quickly replaced with confusion. When she wanted to ask for clarification, Jodie willingly explained.

“Zach said not to tell you, but from the look on your face, you’re most probably innocent.”

“Thank you?” Guinevere replied.

“The Skypeak challenge is rigged, just so you know. You’re not going to win, no matter how hard you try.”

“What? You’re talking rubbish.”

“Ask your family. I’m sure they know what’s going on. And when you find out the truth, consider sharing it. Our lives aren’t shows either.”

Jodie left the conversation there and strode off. Guinevere stood frozen in place, digesting everything Jodie had told her. Was it true that the challenge was set up? How was her family involved in it? Her parents would not standby and watch her degrade herself for a game she could not win, would they?

When the night ended, she headed home and went straight to her father’s reading room. He was a busy man, so he rarely went to bed early. That day, she found him with his reading glasses and a file on his lap.

“Guinevere,” he greeted, without lifting his eyes to meet hers.

“Father. I don’t mean to bother you, but I need to ask you something.”


She placed herself in the armchair across his, and waited for him to move the file away. The moment he took off his reading glasses, she asked, “Is the Skypeak challenge rigged?”

Her father responded by merely clearing his throat. He was a man of many words, but few left his lips that night.

“Has a winner already been chosen?” Guinevere continued. “Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve been trying-”

“We all have a role to play.”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t have to try so hard. Your inheritance is my company, not the clubhouse.”

He was clever with his answers. Even though they weren’t ‘yes’ or ‘no’, Guinevere knew what he was implying. The revelation made her lost for words, and they sat silently as the ticking of the wall clock grew louder. Finally, when silence had gone on for too long, her father cleared his throat once more and said, “There’s something you need to do. Since you know, I might as well tell you now.”

“Tell me what?”

“You’ll have to file for divorce after the wedding.”

Guinevere’s instinct convinced her she heard him wrong. She tilted her head sideways and gave him a bewildered look. That day, she was wearing her emotions on her sleeves.

“This is part of the plan,” he said.

“What plan? Why must I divorce Wayne? You don’t like him?”

She could not understand what her father wanted her to do. Did he really ask her to leave the man she tried so hard to win? If not for the chase that stripped her of her pride, Guinevere genuinely liked Wayne. He was a good man.

“You must in order for our family to survive.”

“How does divorcing him save us?” Guinevere needed to know, so she could convince her father otherwise.

“The bank needs a new CEO. Wayne needs to be removed in order for us to work with them.”

“How will our divorce affect his status?”

“Use your imagination, child.”

“I don’t want to imagine. This is not fair. I really like Wayne.”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to stop liking him,” her father replied as he got to his feet. “I’m tired. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

He did not wait for her to reply as he exited the reading room. Guinevere was left alone again, with another revelation. She knew her family played dirty from time to time, but they never used her to get the job done. With so many secrets, what else was her father hiding from her?

Guinevere wanted to demand for answers, but her mind shifted from her own fate to Wayne’s. As much as she wanted to use her imagination, she could not. There were plenty of ways to topple a leader, but why must she be involved? At that question, she thought of Matthias. He probably knew of more schemes than she did. After all, he worked with people like her father. She could consult him, but was it worth sharing her family’s secret with him? Guinevere had to choose.

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Chapter 43: A New Game Of Chess


Jodie had met Zach at the gym a couple of times. The last time they spoke while running on the treadmill, he told her he was ending his membership. Without a job, he could not afford to pay for it any longer. When she saw him walking in that Wednesday evening, it was both expected and unexpected. After all, he was now working for Matthias.

“I thought you said…” Jodie trailed off.

“Yea. I decided not to terminate my membership,” Zach answered.

“That’s good. Not a lot of work today?”

Zach always came in after dinner. He was early that day.

“I took half the day off. I had to collect my new Skypeak card.”

“Oh, right.”

Zach nodded and folded his lips. He looked like he had something else to say, but he seemed to be contemplating his words. Jodie wanted to prompt him, but before she could, he made up his mind.

Leaning in, he said, “I need to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

He gestured to a booth by the juice bar and took the lead. Once they were both seated, Zach whispered, “I overheard a conversation at the clubhouse.”

“What about the conversation?”

“I didn’t get a look at the ladies that were conversing, but I heard them loud and clear.”

“OK. What were they saying?”


Jodie knew where he was going, and her guess was right. Zach told her everything he heard by the poolside. But by the end of the storytelling session, she didn’t know what to say. Learning that the entire challenge was rigged did not bother her as much as discovering that she’d been set up. It was worrying to think of the scheme that affected Zach, but it was infuriating to know someone got her into her current state.

“They said Guinevere’s family is a part of this?” Jodie asked for confirmation.

“Yes. I’m not sure if she knows though.”

Whether Guinevere knew about it or not, Jodie wanted to find out. She wanted to suggest adding Guinevere into the loop, but Zach had read her mind this time.

“We cannot tell Guinevere,” Zach stated.

“Why not? She might know something.”

“If she does know something, then whoever is behind the plan would know that we know. We can’t risk that.”

Zach made a good point. Jodie didn’t want to admit it, but she was thinking of herself that entire time. The lawsuit could ruin her and it was only natural to solve her problems first. But her conscience pricked her. Shifting gears, she turned to the possibility that Zach might be in hotter water.

“How about Matthias? He has contacts. If he knows we’re being set up, he might be able to help us.”

“That’s true.”

“Though, I still think Guinevere could help,” Jodie said, this time from the view point of Zach’s predicament. “I don’t think she knows about the challenge being rigged.”

“You sure?”

“Quite sure. If she did, why would she bother putting up with each task? She wouldn’t play a game if she knew she was going to lose.”

“I don’t know,” Zach simply replied with a shrug.

“Let me find out.”

Zach did not say anything. She wanted to assure him that they’ll work things out, but she knew it would be a lie. When playing with the big boys, you lose more than you win. It was a good thing Zach discovered about it when they still had another month to go. It should be enough time to find a trump card. And if there weren’t any, they could use that time to play defense. But whatever the plan was, it would be better to concoct with more brains.

After they parted ways, Jodie returned home to find Matthias and Piper still in conversation. She had left them discussing about Piper’s testimony in court, but now found them chatting about something completely different. Deciding to let them be, she headed to her room. The silence helped her think better.

Jodie first thought about Guinevere. In the past month, she had grown to tolerate her. She still thought Guinevere was after Wayne’s money, but she could not help but wonder if Guinevere was also a pawn. There was a high probability that she was. From what she had heard, it seemed like all of them were. Coming from an upper class society did not automatically make Guinevere the queen of the chessboard.

Then she thought about Matthias. All along, he believed that the challenge was a game. And someone was watching and enjoying the show. He was right, except that he didn’t suspect that they were being used. If Jodie shared the information with him, Matthias might be able to pull all he knew together and come up with a solution.

The more heads the better, but too many cooks will spoil the broth. Jodie had two plans but she only had time for one. Either she dug a little deeper to find out if Guinevere knew something, or she told Matthias everything and used his brain to come up with a good plan. Jodie had to choose.

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Chapter 42: Rigged


Finally, he received the call. It had been a week since he last spoke to her. The lady on the line told Zach to visit the Customer Service Center to pick up his new card. They were extending his free one-month membership, since he needed access to Skypeak for the challenges. So that Wednesday, he took half the day off for that errand.

After having delivered a document for Matthias, he took a bus to the town neighbouring the clubhouse, and walked fifteen minutes to the front gate. The guard verified his temporary card and let him in. It was around midday, and a few shiny, branded cars rolled right past him. Each one of them hooted for him to walk closer to the curb. They obviously thought he worked there. Why would a member walk? It wouldn’t even surprise him if they filed a complaint about the staff that hogged one foot of the wide brick road. After all, it was only the ‘normal’ thing to do.

In the past month of being a member at Skypeak, Zach never found a moment where he fitted in. Despite the different classes among the members, they all seemed to belong. When Zach was given his new card with the extended expiry date, he wondered if it could change his status. If he won Skypeak, he would be able to roll in in his sleek red Ferrari and not one would hoot past him. But even if that was just a dream, he could still make use of his current membership – part of the perks was free drinks.

When Zach entered the poolside area, he found the bar and sat himself in front of the bartender. He ordered a Cuba Libre before recalling the exchange between his ex-colleagues last Sunday. Even though he stayed in the café to eavesdrop, the pair did not share any new information. Still, he gathered enough to know something was up. Just when he was about to mentally lay out all that he had heard, a group of noisy ladies walked across the pool and took seat at a poolside table. They shouted their orders to the bartender before continuing their conversation.

Zach would have ignored them, but they chattered at high decibels. He contemplated on leaving, but then he heard his name… again. A month ago, it was not a habit of his to listen in on people’s conversations. These days, it seemed like everyone was talking about him and he needed to know why. So, with his back against them, he halted his thoughts and listened.

“Who won last week?” one of the ladies asked.

“Zach, of course,” another replied.

“Did he do a good job?”

“He sure did,” a different lady answered.

“You’re on the Zach bandwagon too?”

“Obviously. Aren’t we all? It’s nice to see an underdog win.”

“Then lose.”

“Yes, that is quite unfortunate.”

“We shouldn’t be talking about this,” a new voice joined in.

“There’s no one here.”

Suddenly, all the ladies fell silent. There was indeed no one else there aside from Zach and the bartender. When he noticed the silence, Zach pulled out his phone and pretended to be texting. That was enough to convince them he wasn’t listening. They did, however, lower their voices as they continued.

“You sound like my husband.”

“We have to be careful. This could ruin the bigger plan,” that one lady insisted.

“Oh please. There’s no evidence. Us talking about the challenge won’t ruin the bigger plan. When Zach wins, no one would blink an eye.”

“Except for the press.”

They began to mutter and share their dislike for the press for a while. When they were finally done, one lady asked, “You know, I’m curious. Why did they choose Zach?”

“It’s easier with him. He’s a nobody.”

“Oh, did you hear? Zach wasn’t the first pick.”

“He wasn’t?”

“Then who was?”

“Jodie. But they seemed to have found another way to get to her.”

“Oh, right. The lawsuit.”

“I kind of wish Guinevere was chosen though. I loathe that woman.”

“What is it with you and her?”

“She doesn’t belong here.”

“But her family is part of the plan. They hold quite a lot of shares in Greengrass Global.”

“We all do.”

“Speak of the devil.”

Instinctively, Zach turned to look at the entrance. Entering the area was Guinevere. Not wanting to blow his cover, he got up and decided to leave. But just before he could slip out, Guinevere saw him and gave him a wave. He thought about returning it, but his legs were set on escaping. So, he ignored her and strode into the building. Little did he know, Guinevere hated being ignored.

In her yellow bikini, she followed after him and yelled, “Hey! Didn’t you see me waving?”

Zach turned a corner, safe from the sight of the group of ladies, and waited for Guinevere to catch up. The moment she did, he said, “Sorry.”

“That’s it?”


“Why do you look so worried? I wasn’t going to eat you.”

“It’s nothing. I’m just in a hurry.”

“You looked free a moment ago. What’s up? Did those ladies talk about me? What did they say?”

“I don’t know. I wasn’t listening.”

“I’m sure you were. They were definitely talking about me. Hurry up and spill,” Guinevere demanded.

For a brief moment, he contemplated on telling Guinevere everything. She might have a different perspective to the information. Then again, the ladies did say that Guinevere’s family was involved. Maybe he should only entrust the information with Jodie. It was either he lied or spill the beans. Zach had to choose.

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