Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

At the Platinum Pearl Club, Edgar arrived to find only Yates and Derek present.

"What's up?" Yates waved Edgar over to sit down.

Derek set down his beer, "Heard you were looking for me from Ed. What's the deal? If I can help, I will."

"Thanks, man."

With time pressing and the image of Sherilyn looking all out of sorts on his mind, Edgar cut straight to the chase.

"So, here's the thing..."

After Edgar spilled the beans, Derek’s face was a picture of disbelief.

"This actually happened?"

Back in the day, Gilbert had gone through a lot of trouble to get Sherilyn out of a dive like Neon Nights Bar and into Daphne Hansen's dance troupe. And just when she hadn't even made a name for herself, she gets the boot.

"Man." Edgar was earnest. "My aunt and Ms. Hansen are close, right? Can you help out?"

"That's... well..." Derek hesitated, knowing that Gilbert had already called in a favor once before. But he couldn’t just refuse outright and nodded, "Alright, I'll talk to my mom, see what I can do..."

"Thank you so much!"

Derek waved him off. "Don't thank me yet. This isn’t a sure thing."

He knew Daphne was a stickler for rules; she'd made an exception for Sherilyn once because of her talent. But this was about breaking company policy. Tough luck.

Hearing this, Edgar felt a sinking feeling but still held onto hope, "Whether it works out or not, I'm grateful you're trying."

"Sure thing." Derek stood up. "I'll call my mom right now."

"Thanks, man!"

The call was brief. Soon enough, Derek was back, phone in hand. "I've talked to her. We'll wait and see."

"Okay, cool."

Edgar frowned slightly and got up, glancing at Yates, "I gotta go then..."

"Hey!" Yates stopped him, "Where you off to? Since you’re here, join us for dinner."

"No, I can’t." Edgar smiled apologetically. "Sherilyn’s probably skipped dinner, all upset over this."

He needed to check on her, maybe get her to eat something, calm her down.

Then he turned to Derek, saying, "Thanks again, man... I'm off."

"Man..." Yates couldn’t help but sigh. "The kid's really got it bad for Sherilyn."

"It's understandable," Derek wasn’t surprised. "You noticed how different Sherilyn is now?"

Yates nodded slightly, "Yeah, she’s grown."

Gone was the bratty girl who used to throw tantrums at the drop of a hat. Now she was gentle, quiet, yet resilient, and with her stunning looks, she was practically reborn.

No wonder Gilbert had taken a shine to her. But was this a blessing or a curse for her? NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

The door suddenly opened, and Gilbert walked in, slightly delayed by traffic. Seeing him, both men shared a knowing smirk.

"What's with you guys?"

Gilbert leaned back on the couch, rolling his eyes at their antics, "You guys sick? Possessed? Need a doctor? Witch doctor?"

Derek joked, "Lovesickness."

Yates added, "Jealousy sickness."

They looked at each other, saying, "Doctor? Witch doctor? Haha..."

Gilbert was speechless.

"Knock it off."

Derek's smile faded, "Edgar was here looking for me earlier."