On Tuesday morning, she received a strange call. On Wednesday noon, she found herself in a café. Guinevere never thought such a day would come, she never thought she would agree to it either. But she was curious as to why one of her least favourite people would want to meet her. All Jodie said was, “It’s not about me or you, it’s about someone we know.” And without hesitation, Guinevere said ‘yes’.
Guinevere contemplated that morning, on whether to be early, on time, or late. It was such a meaningless decision, but she could not help herself. She and Jodie had a mutual dislike for each other, and it resulted in her consciously wanting to protect her pride. Even if Jodie couldn’t be bothered with it, she was. In the end, she decided to be late.
When Guinevere entered the café, she found Jodie seated at the far corner. Stalking with her head up high, she waved for a waitress to follow as she headed to the table. Once seated, she ordered a salad and a cup of green tea.
“On a diet?” Jodie asked.
“For the wedding,” Guinevere replied. “Have you ordered?”
Jodie nodded and tapped on the tall glass of iced coffee on the table.
“What’s your reason?” Guinevere asked.
“I’m not on a diet,” Jodie stated.
Guinevere did not reply. Her pride had taken a hit. The conversation also started off cold and awkward, and she knew it would not warm up any time soon.
“Thanks for coming,” Jodie said.
“Well, you said it’s about someone we know.”
“Are you going to tell me who?”
“This might seem strange, but…” Jodie paused. Guinevere noticed her hesitation, which made her even more eager to find out. Somehow, she knew Jodie hated their conversation more than she did.
“But?” Guinevere prompted.
“But I need your help with Richard.”
“What do you mean?” A series of inaudible questions continued on in Guinevere’s head. Where was Jodie coming from? Why her out of everyone Jodie knew? Heck, why Richard?
“Richard came to me and asked me for help. He needs some information from Wayne.”
Guinevere narrowed her eyes and asked, “Does this have anything to do with Richard’s family?”
“Oh, so you know,” Guinevere said. She never expected Jodie to help someone like Richard. It was beyond her character, or at least, the character Guinevere concluded on.
“And so do you?” Jodie asked.
“Yes, of course. I’m guessing he wants to know what Wayne was doing with his father?”
“You want me to ask Wayne? You know that’s-”
“No,” Jodie interrupted. “We both know him well enough to know that wouldn’t work. I just need your help to distract him while I retrieve the information.”
“How would you know where to find it?”
“He writes a journal on all his cases, and he keeps that journal in a safe in his office.”
Guinevere could not believe her ears, not because she was surprised that Wayne did such a thing, but because Jodie knew about something she didn’t. Wayne never once mentioned about a journal, and she was not happy about that.
Hiding her childish jealousy, she asked, “How are you going to access the safe?”
“I have an idea on what his password might be,” Jodie answered.
Immediately, Guinevere found herself struggling to tame the green-eyed monster within her.
“Will you help me?” Jodie asked.
This time, she hesitated to agree. Aside from the growing dislike she had for Jodie, who obviously knew Wayne better than she did, she was not sure if it was worth risking her relationship.
“You really have nothing to lose,” Jodie added.
“You might be right. But I’ll think about it,” Guinevere stated.
She ended the conversation there. She called for the kitchen to pack up her lunch, and left the café without another word. But that night, she surprised herself when she sent Jodie a one-word message: OK.
Guinevere agreed she had nothing to lose, and she wanted to help Richard. He was having a tough time and she felt sorry for him. She and Richard were probably more alike than Jodie. And if there was one thing she could be proud of that day, it would be that she understood the heartache of being be born with a silver spoon.
On Friday night, Jodie and Guinevere met outside of Wayne’s bank. The plan was for Jodie to meet up with Wayne, then have Guinevere call Wayne out of the building to buy Jodie some time. Ten minutes after Jodie had gone to meet with him, Guinevere got into action. It took a lot of pleading, but she managed to convince Wayne she had something urgent to tell him.
As she waited under the starless sky, pacing up and down by the side of her car, she saw a familiar face. He was walking by the side of the road, heading toward the bus stop. Hurrying to him, she asked, “Going home from work?”
Zach stopped in his tracks and turned to her direction.
“Oh, hi. Yes,” he simply replied.
“Were you told about tomorrow’s task?”
“No. I guess Ms Leona will inform us tomorrow itself.”
“I guess so.”
Guinevere was about to let Zach go, when she heard Wayne calling to her. In that split second, she felt a wave of panic. She never really thought of a good excuse as to why she called him out. Guinevere said it was urgent, but there was nothing urgent she could lie about.
Her mind was mostly blank, except for two words: wedding and Zach. How was she going to pull those two together? Did she really want to bring Zach into it? She knew that if she gave Wayne a lame excuse, he would find it strange and start questioning her. He might even end the conversation and return to his office. The options were limited. Guinevere had to choose.