At Alan’s office, Alan adjusted his belt and straightened his shirt with a small sigh. "You done already?" Fredda, one of his side chicks, asked him as she trailed her hands over his chest. He turned to her with a warning stare. "You should stop and leave. My mom could come around here anytime soon."

"So, she can't see me?" Fredda's face twisted into a small frown.

"Yeah! You're not my woman, okay?" Alan replied firmly as he walked to the door and swung it open, signaling for her to leave. ...