Mr.Right novel Chapter 23

I spend half of the next week working myself out to death.

Every morning, we start out jogging, going round the neighborhood as many times as we can. We start with three miles, then slowly increase the distance every day. He soon has me running up to eight to nine miles every day. It's a lot of work I tell you, why is losing weight so hard when just the sight of cake adds to my weight.

"How long are we going to keep doing this?" I ask as I pant heavily. We're walking back to the house after another morning jog.

"When you stop complaining," Maverick says and a groan erupts from the back of my throat. I stop in front of the mailbox when we reach the house and fish out the mails inside.

I called home yesterday to check in on everybody and found out that Jack got back in one piece. The Christmas cards they sent to me got transferred back to them because Tony's house address doesn't exist anymore. The owner of the place decided to renovate it into a supermarket.

Mom and Dad don't know what happened though. I don't want the whole family of Whites hunting Tony down and I trust Jack would respect my decision and keep his loose mouth shut.

I notice a different envelop from my normally packaged ones and read what's written on it.

"You got a mail too," I stretch it out to Maverick after seeing his name inscribed on the outside. He eyes it before snatching it from my hands and tearing it open to read it. I let curiosity get the better of me as I peek over his shoulder to read what's in it. I was a reporter and one of my characteristics is to be nosy. Sue me.

Dear Mr.Wright,

It reads.

As one of our most recognized figures in the city, you have hereby been invited to the society's annual Ball taking place on the 11th of January. Do inform us if this is going to cause you any inconvenience and we'll get back to you without further ado.

Yours Faithfully,

                                                     Enigma Team.

"Who are they?" I ask after reading the whole thing.

"They're a company or team that holds this Ball every year for the citizens of this society. Recognized citizens of the society," He says "You should go with me."