"This is fucking scary," Helen said, watching the birth of two super villains.
"I no longer have a cell phone," Donovan said.
Tiffany rose and went to a drawer.She pulled out three different types of pay as you go devices."Choose your poison."
He spoke softly, "So you and I are going to pretend to be in love to throw her off, and I can get my life back?"
"Sir, in all honesty, I haven’t had a lot of male interaction in a long time, I mean to be fair.When I'm done with you, this may well be the life you want," she said, rising."Get some rest, both of you.We make a plan tomorrow and set to work.Cranberry, your training begins at 11 a.m."
Helen looked at Donovan Turnbull, uncertain what he had signed up for or walked into.She was no more comfortable with pretending to love on a man than she was for this man to pretend to love on a woman he didn't know for protection and safety.However, Passion Fruit was right.Men needed protecting too.
"Mr.Turnbull," Helen said, "if at any time, you're uncomfortable with the direction this is heading, please speak up.There may be other options."
"I'm drowning, and it's a life vest, which feels warm," he said."I have been lonely for so long that maybe, I dunno.Do you ever get tired of trying?"
"I've been there," Helen said, "but tired is no excuse for apathy."
"Not apathetic, but tired of fighting alone.I have a partner in the fight, and I want to win this one for the little guy," he said."I need to show how invasive social media is, how untruthful it can be, and the harm it does to people.More than anything, I need to show that woman she has no power over my life, and if that means that I have to love all over that woman and buy her an engagement ring, I will."
"That is a bold statement," Helen said."Tread carefully.You don't know what you've walked into."
"And you don't know what I walked out of.I'm taking back my power, my manhood, my life, in whatever form I can get it," he said.
"Noted, get some rest," Helen said, heading for the stairs.She didn't like this at all.However, she was here to learn from the master.Tomorrow her training in cyber began."I'm not ready for any of this shit."
Chapter 7- Stop
Social media was nota part of the playground where The Cranberry enjoyed rolling around.In her former life, Shenita Nelson had a handle on a popular social media channel, but it became inundated with former high school classmates sending direct messages with photos of their body parts.She did, however, maintain an account on the Gram for her craft business, which only posted photos of recent projects or available patterns to purchase from her sales channel.The items she'd made for the holidays had been added to the page, but outside of that, she had no real use for taking photos of her food or digitally announcing every moment in her life.
“Cranberry,” Sour Grapes said, using her handle in front of the man, “how many social media channels are you on?”
“I have an account on the Gram for my crafting business; that's it,” Helen replied.
“Well, I need you to open your laptop and create at least two new accounts,” Sour Grapes said.“Use an internet browser to create an email account you can use for account one's handle.Then use Firefox or another platform to create a second email.Let me know when it is done.”
Helen took out her laptop while she attempted to eat the dry toast Bella had given her along with two hard-boiled eggs for breakfast.Not only was she about to go down the rabbit hole looking for Alice, but she was going to fart all the way down the slot from the hard-boiled methane inducers.In a day or so, she would start cooking her own meals and run Bella's ass out of the kitchen.There was no way she planned to spend three months locked in the winter wonderland with unseasoned chicken and broiled pork chops with radicchio salads.
