Chapter 3 She had powers

Crystal got to work, dropped her bag, and tried to start the day's work, but she couldn't. So, she decided to put a call through to her friend Stella to ease the burden.

Stella picked up the call on the first ring. "Hello, babes," Stella's voice sounded through the phone. "Good morning, babe," Crystal replied.

"How was your outing yesterday? Hope you didn't drink too much or cause any drama last night?" Stella bombarded her with questions.

"Which of them do you want me to answer?" Crystal responded.

"All of them," Stella said.

"My outing was good. The answer to the second and third is a capital no," Crystal replied calmly.

"Good? Gist me now. Give your babe the full story," Stella said anxiously.

"My outing was going smoothly until a guy came to interrupt. Wait, why am I telling you this on the phone? If you want the full story, get your flat ass down here," Crystal smirked.

"Okay, I'm coming. I'll be there before you know it," Stella said.

"Such an amebo. Queen of gist," Crystal teased.

"Gist is life, baby girl," Stella replied.

Crystal was about to say something else when the door opened, revealing a guy and a lady who were Cyrus and Darius, respectively.

"I'm expecting you, big head," Crystal said and hung up.

**Earlier that day:**

Darius was descending the stairs in a shirt and trousers, his hair still unkempt but now brushed. Cyrus was leaning on one of the chairs, waiting for Darius. As soon as Darius appeared, Cyrus said, "Do you know what's worse than a low score?"

"I don't know," Darius replied.

"You better find out because that's what you are," Cyrus smirked.

"Why not save the scolding for when I'm back to normal?" Darius retorted. "Better pray that we find her, or else," Cyrus opened the door and left, with Darius following behind.

Darius and Cyrus were seated in Darius's car, driving to Vision Hotel, where they hoped to find answers to their questions and information about Crystal.

"What are you waiting for?" Cyrus asked Darius, who was deep in thought. "I think you should go alone," he suggested.

"Why?" Cyrus asked, surprised.

"Because it's not like anyone is going to recognize me," Darius explained.

"So, you think they'll recognize me? I've never been here before," Cyrus retorted. "It's fine. Just try to convince them. Tell them you work with the police," Darius suggested, his eyes filled with calmness.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Cyrus agreed. Darius was about to say something else when he was interrupted by Cyrus. "Look at you, seems you're beginning to like this new look, or else you wouldn't want it to end soon," Cyrus teased.

"Leave me alone. Besides, it'll seem suspicious when you walk into a hotel with a woman," Darius reasoned. "Oh, that's true. Evelyn has spies everywhere," Cyrus said thoughtfully. "You see, I just saved your marriage," he added. "Hey, hold it," Cyrus said, getting out of the car.

**Tanya's house:**

"Babe, what's all this mess?" Oliver said as she entered Tanya's apartment, which was in disarray. To make matters worse, she found her girlfriend crying like a newborn baby.

Tanya's sobs grew louder. "What happened, babe?" Oliver asked. Tanya began to explain how Darius had been treating her recently. Oliver sat beside her, comforting her.

Darius was sitting in the car, panting like a deer on the run, his eyes darting left and right to check on his friend, who had been inside the hotel for the past half-hour. He wondered if their plan had gone awry, and Cyrus had been caught. He looked at the hotel gate and, at that very moment, Cyrus came out and opened the car door.

"It worked," Cyrus informed as he got into the car. "I told you," Darius replied.

"Yeah, that's true. You didn't tell me she paid with her debit card," Cyrus frowned at him. "Oops, it slipped my mind," Darius replied, hoping that Cyrus wouldn't press further. Unfortunately, he knew his friend too well.

"How did you get her to do that?" Cyrus inquired. "My card got declined, so she had to use hers. What did you find?" Darius smirked and deflected with another question to avoid revealing too much.

"So, I looked her up on social media. Is this her?" Cyrus asked as he showed a picture on his phone to Darius.

"Yes, that's the witch," he said harshly. "Wow, she's cute," Cyrus said, trying to annoy Darius.

"Focus, Clive, focus!" he snapped at Cyrus. "See who is telling me to focus. If you had focused, you wouldn't be in this predicament. Anyway, she works at MK Enterprise, and I know where that is," Cyrus said as he hit the road.

"That's good. Let's start heading there now because I need to get back to being Darius," he said.

**MK Enterprise:**

Cyrus parked the car, and Darius unfastened his seatbelt, eager to rush in. However, Cyrus stopped him.

"Wait, we don't have a plan?" Cyrus asked.

"The plan is for us to go in there and ask her if she had a hand in my current predicament," Darius declared.

"So, we're just going to walk in and ask her that, right?" Cyrus asked, surprised. "Cyrus, I need answers," Darius yelled.

"Then you're not going to get any answers with that attitude, you know that, right?" Cyrus said calmly.

"You know what, spare me that crap, okay? All this rubbish ends now! Let's go," Darius said without giving Cyrus a chance to respond. He followed him inside.

"I'm expecting you, big head," Crystal said and hung up. She gazed at her visitors, who had barged into her office and taken their seats without permission. She watched them sitting there, completely silent, trying to keep her composure.

Finally, she said, "I'm pretty good with faces, but I can't place yours." Darius started to introduce himself, but Cyrus cut in, "We need you to turn him back," Cyrus blurted out without much thought. Darius turned to him instantly and whispered, "Are you just going to put it down like that?" "Someone has to," Cyrus whispered back.

Crystal, who had overheard Cyrus, asked in surprise, "What is this about?" Darius began to explain, but Cyrus interjected, "Okay, you two had sex last night, and he woke up like this!" Darius was still trying to find the right words to respond when Crystal interrupted him.

"Okay, I don't know what you're talking about, but I assure you, I'm as straight as die" Crystal replied.

"Oh, my bad, he had the right equipmen~~~~t when it happened," Cyrus stated bluntly. Darius, shocked, looked at Cyrus with his mouth wide open.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I can assure you I'd remember if I hooked up with a woman, which is something I'd never do!" She snapped back at him.

"Hey, let me make it easy for you, okay? You were wearing a red dress with matching purple underwear, black pants, and you kept saying numerous French words when we were... you know," Darius said, looking at Cyrus for support but immediately regretting it.

"I don't know. You had sex with her, not me," Cyrus muttered.

"Darius?" Crystal asked.

"Right in the flesh, literally," he said, happy that she remembered him but shocked by her next move.

She stood up abruptly and slapped him across the face. "Pa!" Darius's face turned red instantly. Her five fingers left their mark on his face.

"I think I deserve it," he began to say but received another slap.

"How dare you?" She glared at him. "You son of a bitch" she said before Cyrus corrected her.

"Daughter of a bitch" Cyrus added, and Darius cursed under his breath.

"What made you think I have the power to change you back?" Crystal said, but her expression turned to one of worry. "Oh no, this can't be," she said, visibly concerned.

"What do you mean?" Darius asked anxiously.

"My grandmother, she is different," she replied. "Different how?" Cyrus asked.

"She had powers," she said. Darius was taken aback by the words Crystal had uttered.

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**Lucas Mansion:**

A masculine figure could be seen descending the stairs with a drink in hand, but he stopped abruptly when he noticed an elderly man comfortably seated in the living room. The old man might have heard footsteps because he looked up to meet his son's gaze.

"Son, you're here," Dylan said, smiling, but hidden beneath that smile was simmering anger.

"Old man, what are you doing here?" Lucas frowned, well aware of why his father must be visiting.

"Is that your idea of a greeting? Well, I'll take it as one. I'm fine, son. What about you?" Dylan said, still smiling.

"Get straight to the point, old man. I have no time for small talk," Lucas said, sitting directly in front of his father and sipping his drink.

"Mr. Chen called me last night and said you ended things with his daughter. Is it true?" Dylan asked, already knowing the answer.

"You know the answer already. Why ask? I've already ended things if that's what you want to hear," Lucas said bluntly.

"Then you must be out of your mind, young man. It seems I need to inform you that the lady is your fiancée. The agreement has already been signed, and I won't have you spoil things for me," Dylan half-yelled, finally letting out the anger he had been hiding.

"Old man, I'm done with her, and that's final. As for the fiancée thing, I'm not interested. If it's a must for you to marry her, you can go ahead and marry her for yourself. End of discussion," Lucas declared, standing up and heading to the fridge to get some fruit.

However, the next words he heard made him halt his steps and turn back.

"You can't command me, son. I call the shots, and you will do as I say. So, if you want to disobey, you can go ahead. I will disown you and take away the company from you, period," Dylan said, heading towards the door.

"Is that a threat, old man?" Lucas asked.

"If you can't take it as one, then it is," Dylan said without turning back. He was about to open the door when it revealed a lady.

"Hey, babe," Oliver was still talking when she noticed an old man in front of her with a striking resemblance to Lucas.

"Good day, sir," Oliver greeted.

Dylan looked at her from head to toe before answering with an irritated expression. "Afternoon, whore," Dylan said and walked out.

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The word "whore" kept echoing in Oliver's head. She tried to push it to the back of her mind, but it seemed impossible. She had just arrived home. Throughout her stay at Lucas's house, she hadn't enjoyed his mood at all. Something seemed to be bothering him. She had merely used her body to please him and left.

She herself was not in the right state of mind. The words that Lucas's father had muttered must have hit her hard, and she couldn't shake them off her mind. She needed to clear her head. She picked up her phone and called Tanya.

"Tanya, let's meet at our usual bar," she said.

"Okay, girlfriend," Tanya's voice sounded through the phone.