Kia Ford Attending The English Premiere Festivities

Despite spring fever’s loving embracing warmth, Kia Ford ensured fiery relegation heat was not scripted for the United West Ham, instead frigid temperatures cooled the British flat where the American mover and shaker resided.

“Do you think we should turn the air conditioner off?” Kia Ford inquired.

“Actually, it is stuck,” her promotional side kick, the Peacock responded, when the doorbell rang.

“Who could that be?” Kia Ford innocently inquired.

“If it isn’t Lily White,” the Peacock bellowed, “all bundled up. Who told you our freezer was set to the maximum choice?”

“Actually, Peacock, heading to the Arctic Circle, entertaining some prestigious meetings,” Lilly White explained, “should be simple, easy in and out.”

“But cold,” Kia Ford arms folded, entered the scene, “aren’t you concerned about next year?”

“Well, win it all there, opportunities will come my way.”

“But they are distractions from,” Kia Ford paused, realizing she was losing her star spangled show off the banner all the time attitude.

“These are not distractions,” Lily White laughed, “they are honorable assignments. Holiday hardware.”

“Nice overtime paychecks?” Kia Ford commentated, “am I right?”

“Yeah,” Lily White confessed.

“Let’s go where it is warmer,” Kia Ford suggested, “outside, the courtyard is open.”

Spurs dug into the visit; Lily White followed the host, sitting down, plastic furniture decorating the patio, offering the perfect spot.

“It has really been warm down here,”

“Very close to relegation,” Lily White added.

“Yeah,” Kia Ford acknowledged, “but I have been able to rest, no extra obligations.”

“Not getting more gates, you mean,” Lily White clarified, “no added appearances.”

“Full attention on the top ten next year,” Kia Ford acted like she was selecting the strategy.

Realizing once again a mind from across the pond raised an interesting point, Lilly White took a second, pondering the situation, "we do reside similarly, same plateau and everything.”

“As I said,” Kia Ford returned defending, her results and poor standings, “it's not that bad here,”

“Kia Ford!” Lilly White exclaimed, “we have obligations to put out the best product, reliable and dependable, performing the best.”

“I know a product back home,” Kia Ford started spinning a street paved with gold legend, “Mr. Wilson made a fortune creating balls for competitions. Cleaned up big time,”

“Really,” Lilly White acted amazed.

“Who thought if you lost one in the woods, another had to be bought,”

“Good business model,” Lilly White referenced, “you know I had a Mr. Wilson who achieved a goal.”

“He had a goal?”

“To water the lawn every day,”

“And did it work?”

“Looks green to me,” Lilly White smiled.

Rising, Kia Ford cleared the dining clutter, “excuse me,” she politely stated, coming to terms, Lily White decided to distance herself, requesting a better lower end table position reservation, after earning the Mr. Wilson landscaping goal.

Going back inside Kia Ford noticed the Peacock, dressed in three parka jacket layers. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Blizzard like conditions, I am trying to stay warm,” the Peacock replied.

“You are not going north as a Lily-White stowaway,” Kia Ford made clear.

“Oh no, Kia Ford,” the Peacock explained when suddenly the Bowen Shrine started rocking.

“Oh, I have been granted a goal from the Bowen shrine!”

“You see I knew, it was fixed,” the Peacock grinned, seeing his mechanical work payoff.

Taking a hop, skip and jump, Kia Ford revisited the guest enjoying her final comfortable hours, “just got word Lilly White, we are level, even, the Bowen Shrine handed me a goal.”

“I am glad to hear the Bowen Shrine is issuing goals, again.”

Throughout the engagement’s second half nothing happened allowing the pair a chilling opportunity. “We are not going up or down, Kia Ford,” Lilly White surmised.

“Why don’t you enjoy the high-profile arctic circle visit and,”

“Get awarded in the end,”

“I will be there, when I feel like it,” Kia Ford concluded watching Lilly White shake hands before departing.

With only tranquil sounds abound, Kia Ford’s peace quickly finished, “you have been summoned,” the Peacock announced.

“And who would summon me now?”

“The Red Devils,” the Peacock proclaimed.

“Careful, red devils, I may end up above you,” smirked the devious hammer girl, prepared for the underworld battle.