Emma and Andrew were sitting on the couch with a bottle of champagne and a tub of ice cream on the table. Milo was napping in the corner.

"I'm going to open it," squealed Emma.

"Fingers crossed," Andrew crossed his fingers.

Emma tapped on the email that she had received earlier from Truth Today.

"Which is it? Champagne or ice cream?" asked Andrew excitedly.

Emma looked at him, her facial expressions neutral. She turned to the table and reached for the champagne.

"Woohoo!" hooted Andrew. "I knew you could do it." He engulfed Emma into a hug.

"I am so happy, you can't even imagine," squealed Emma.

Andrew took the bottle of champagne from her and poured it into two glasses. He handed one to Emma.

"Cheers!" he raised his glass.

"Cheer!" Emma clinked her glass against his.

"You know Em. There's something I need to tell you," said Andrew as he sipped his champagne.

"What?" asked Emma.

"Here, let me show you," laughed Andrew as he took out his phone.

He tapped on the contacts icon and scrolled down to E. He tapped on the contact, 'Emma's Threatner'.

"What's that?" asked Emma, her heart pounding.

"It's Jeff I suppose. I saw the texts in your phone when I wanted to text Simon from your phone. I got so worried. I thought I should have the number just in case," explained Andrew.

"Oh yeah that. I didn't even tell the police about that. I didn't want to create a fuss," laughed Emma.

"Well, he's in jail now," said Andrew.

"Yeah, that's also what led me to believe that it was Jeff. Since he had my number and the texts started arriving right after I met him," said Emma. "Oh well, it's all behind us now. You can delete the number and stop worrying."

"Kinda bummed I didn't get to call him and have a one on one with him," Andrew laughed as he tapped on the call icon.

"No!" shrieked Emma.

"Relax, it's not like he'll pick..." Andrew's words died in his mouth as he heard Emma's phone ring in her purse.

"Emma?" he looked at her confused.

"I can explain," Emma stuttered. "I just wanted to add a little danger factor in my piece."

"Oh my God!" whispered Andrew. "You're the mystery girl!"

The colour from Emma's face drained as her phone continued to ring in the background.

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