Kimberly's kiss.

"Yes, I do," Kimberly said, her voice slurring slightly. "I had to learn to control my liquor because when we went to parties, I would always be the one to drink from Mr Thompson while he took me home safely."

Kimberly emptied another glass.

"It wasn't bad learning how to control your liquor," she continued. "Most times, you cheat while drinking." She said as she laughed as the memories came in.

Mira watched Kimberly, her plan unfolding.

"Andrew never really noticed you, and he doesn't even know that you have feelings for him, does he?" Mira asked, her voice laced with malice.

Kimberly's face flushed.

"I don't think he does," Kimberly replied, her words barely above a whisper.

Mira leaned in.

"Have you ever thought of telling him?"

Kimberly laughed.

"Yes, I mean, everything. Countless letters, but I don't know how to... I don't have the guts to give him."

Mira's eyes locked onto Kimberly's.

"I don't know how to give him... Should I leave it in his locker? Leave it on his desk? Put it in his laptop?"

Kimberly's voice trailed off.

"I also tried sending romantic messages, but I deleted it for fear of losing my job. I tried telling him with my mouth, but instantly, I told him I wanted to say something, and before I knew it, my voice just disappears automatically, and I end up standing there, staring at him like a fool."

Mira's expression turned sympathetic.

"I've tried, but it just doesn't work. Maybe we weren't even meant to be together."

Mira's voice dripped with persuasion.

"It's not too late for you to profess your love and be accepted. I will book a cab for you right now. When you see Mr Thompson, tell him sincerely about how you feel. Who knows? Maybe he might also feel the same way."

Kimberly's eyes glazed over.

"But how?"

Mira's smile grew wider.

"Kiss him. At least, you can get his emotions through a kiss. He can tell you everything through the kiss. You know, he can say he doesn't want you, but the way he would touch you and kiss you would tell you differently – that he is just scared of accepting you because of society values and all."

Kimberly nodded, her inhibitions fading.

"Yes... I mean, that's how Astrid stole him from me. So, it will work for you too."

Mira helped Kimberly stand up.

"But I haven't finished working."

Mira's voice turned urgent.

"I will do it for you right now. The most important thing for you is to profess your love, kiss him, be loved, and probably plan a marriage. Then, you'll have his kids. Don't you want to have his kids and be Mrs Thompson?"

Kimberly's imagination ran wild.

"Don't you deserve to be loved?" Mira asked.

Kimberly's voice barely above a whisper.

"I would like to be Mrs Thompson... I haven't really thought about it that way. I'd like to have his kids, his love, his attention...."

Mira's eyes sparkled.

"Haven't you always wondered what his lips felt like? You've always wanted to feel those strong, powerful arms around you, don't you?"

Kimberly's eyes locked onto Mira's.

"I want that."

"Yeah, I would want that," Kimberly said with a drowsy smile.

Mira helped Kimberly into a taxi.

"Please take her to the Thompson's mansion," Mira instructed the driver.

"When the security asks, simply say she wants to discuss something very important with Mr Thompson, and they will let you in once they confirm it's her," Mira explained.

"Sure" the driver replied, starting the engine.

Mira leaned into the taxi.

"Remember, you are meant to tell him how you feel and kiss him, got it?" Mira asked.

Kimberly laughed, dismissing Mira.

Mira dismissed the driver and called the photographer.

Mira had already planted a photographer who hiding around one of the flower bushes in the mansion. "Make sure you're inside the mansion; Andrew is outside. Follow him closely," Mira instructed.

"He's outside " The photographer informed.

"Why is Andrew outside? That's unlike him," the photographer wondered.

"Someone's on her way there; get your camera ready. Take pictures of everything. I want a detailed explanation using pictures of everything that happens," Mira ordered.

"Which angle of the mansion should I focus on? This place is huge," the photographer asked.

Mira's voice turned stern.

"You're a professional, aren't you? Use your best camera and zoom in wherever necessary."

Mira ended the call and returned to Kimberly's office to clean up.

She arranged the office, shut down the computer, and picked up the empty bottles and glasses.

Mira waited in her car for the outcome, hoping the plan wouldn't backfire.

Meanwhile, the driver arrived at the mansion and met the security personnel.

"Why are you here?" one of them asked sternly.

"Miss Kimberly has something important to discuss with Mr Thompson," the driver replied.

The security personnel flashed their lights on Kimberly's face and recognized her.

"You can stop her here," one said.

"The driver persuaded, "She's not in the right state of mind; can't you see her face? She's been crying throughout the way."

The security personnel hesitated.

"No public vehicles are allowed in here," one said.

The driver pleaded, "Please let me in. I'll drop her off and leave immediately."

The security personnel relented.

"Fine, but make sure she gets down, and once she gets down, you're out of the premises." The security personnel said as he went to input the code and soon the gates were opened.

"Yes, sir," the driver replied, starting the car and driving into the mansion's grounds.

Kimberly, determined, thought to herself: "I'll do this once and for all, get it off my chest, so at least he'll know about my feelings."

She had waited for the perfect moment, hoping Andrew would propose or say something sweet.

"No more admiring him secretly," she thought. "I must face my fears."

Her mother and others pressured her to find a boyfriend, but she turned down many suitors.

"They didn't have the complete quality I was looking for," she reasoned.

"Mr Thompson has everything I want – all the qualities I've ever desired."

But the problem remained: telling him how she felt.

Kimberly took a deep breath before exiting the taxi.

Mr Thompson approached, curious about the taxi's presence.

"Public vehicles aren't allowed," he thought.

As Kimberly stepped out, Andrew's curiosity grew.

"What brings you here at this hour?" he wondered.

Kimberly smiled, her heart racing.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, closing the gap between them.

She stood on her toes and pressed her lips against his.

Andrew's eyes widened, surprised by the sudden kiss.

The photographer, hidden among the flowers, snapped away.

Kimberly's lips touched Andrew's, sending shivers down her spine.

Andrew's eyes widened, surprised by the sudden kiss.

For a moment, time stood still.

The world around them melted away.

Kimberly's heart pounded in her chest.

Andrew's initial shock gave way to curiosity.

He searched Kimberly's eyes, seeking answers.

"What's going on, Kimberly?" he whispered.

Kimberly's voice trembled.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," she confessed.

Andrew's expression softened.

He gently wrapped his arms around her.

The photographer clicked away, capturing the moment.

The security personnel watched from a distance.

"Should we intervene?" one asked.

"No, let's see how this plays out," another replied.

The night air was filled with tension.

Kimberly's heart hung in the balance.

Would Andrew reciprocate her feelings?

Or would he push her away?

The outcome was unpredictable.