Becoming a gold-digger was no easy feat, the woman with the diamond ring collection informed Rewrite. In terms of reality, getting the right men hadn't been easy. It was all about the right gifts, patience and Rewrite rewrittenship.
Getting the last however had been a gruelling task, the Tolani Onitsha the gold-digger groaned. Lie To Me had been a test plan and when it worked, T.O gold-digger saw fortune beyond the horizon.
With Rewrite, more was given to T.O gold-digger than she had. The three hundred thousand pounds alimony received from Lie To Me had been slightly increased from the original less than Lie To Me paid.
As T.O gold-digger extricated from Lie To Me, Rewrite noticed how her life could've been better, richer, more golden.
"Pardon, T.O gold-digger," the sage-haired Rewrite Consultant interposed when the T.O gold-digger started to bawl in accusation.
"Your life couldn't be changed, that isn't the purpose of Rewrite. We're here however to give you a chance for the choices you made to be better."
The sage-haired Rewrite Consultant slid the box of tissues across the low Rodocrosite table under a hand-knotted Egyptian cotton rug to where T.O gold-digger sat on the cream love-seat.
Meeting Charlie Charlton had been in an ordinary library but to make the meeting more memorable, Valley Falls Jazz Bookstore Corner was created. You, T.O gold-digger were to meet your 'beyond the horizon' afterall.
Unfortunately, you, T.O gold-digger misused your opportunity. Didn't listen to friendly advice. Your Rewrite Consultant was there to help you evolve. Charlie Charlton couldn't be changed, Rewrite don't perform miracles.
It gave chances. The Nigel death on the other hand, that was another mistake on your part, T.O gold-digger.
You decided to listen to your family, the family that only paid attention to your appearance rather than loneliness. Rewrite gave that nicely wrapped senile option yet you chose not to listen.
"You could've told me,"
The sage-haired Rewrite Consultant fought the urge not to eye T.O gold-digger in distaste.
At least, you weren't caught fornicating with Michael Faudet unlike in the original script. He soothed you, didn't he? Ian Cooper was supposed to be your redemption and wasn't he to your liking? Of course he was. He even gave you...
"Stop. No, it's too early."
Very well. Moving on, you had Neville but all your focus wasn't on him to the point where Rewrite decided to spare both of you good grief. Ifeanyi did nothing bad to you, T.O gold-digger. He really didn't.
Your apiary farm was another addition. At least it multipled your money and chances of not relying on rich men anymore. The stadium fiasco could've been avoided if you'd used up the altered reality gift Rewrite gave you. Too busy snuggling with Russel, I suppose.
"How dare you," T.O gold-digger rose on shaky legs, her wide chocolate eyes brimming. "How dare you! My daughter's dead. The stadium fiasco? How dare you."
"I'd advise you to calm down, T.O gold-digger. Since you didn't use up the altered reality gift, Rewrite can't bring the dead to life. Like it was spoken, Rewrite don't perform miracles."
T.O gold-digger wearily sat back down. It was of no use anyways. Right. Where were we? Ian's stepchildren wanted to be close to you but dear Chinyere was more important.
Please, stop crying. Rewrite told you this was a chance. Nothing more. Doom after doom to prison.
All you needed to do was adapt, focus, try, rewrite. Fate wasn't cruel as you'd thought. And Karma, your bad karma could've been avoided. That's why there's a meditation, vacation, cruises. Don't just store all your eggs in a child.
With consolation, Sage, at any rate, T.O gold-digger placed the direction of her death in her own hands. If she wasn't already eliminated, she could enjoy that praise. Not many could properly do what T.O did at her end.
"You lied to me," T.O trembled, "You said I could change my fate. You lied."
Unfortunate deaths happened everyday. You should've made better use of your chances. Sage, see T.O gold-digger out, please. Her time's ran out.
Rewrite needs to welcome the newcomer.
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