To Live For Once (Set Me Free II) - Episode 12

 

Jessica:

"I'm sorry ma'am." The guard bows low despite the slap I've just landed against his cheek. This was not part of the plan but he's great at acting. His demeanor doesn't change. I'll make sure to give him a bonus after this is over.
"Hey I'm sorry. He definitely has no manners . Infact you're fired." I turn to snap at the guard.
"Ma'am please." He tries to beg.
"You don't use your big head, do you! If you did you would have known the real thief already slipped through your fingers! You just embarrassed a customer for nothing. Get out before I have you dragged out!" I snap again. I covertly motion for him to beat it and he does without question. I turn my attention back to my target. She's wiping tears off her cheeks. I try not to cringe. This is the weak woman Rory went for after dumping me? Something's definitely up.
"Here, use this." I hand her my handkerchief and pat her arm lightly.
"Th--thank you." She hiccups.
"I'm sorry about all that. The woman who bumped into you earlier, she dropped the watch in your purse while she pretended to help you pack your things off the floor. She also stole your purse." I see her mouth hit the floor in surprise

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. She doesn't suspect a thing.
"But why?"
"I saw her steal the watch. She was trying to pin the theft on you. Good thing I wasn't fooled. Don't worry we'll get her." I assure her.
"Thank you so much. For the help." She cover the hand I have on her arm with hers. I give her a sweet smile. My new set of lips spread into a broad smile. After my accident and various cosmetic surgeries to repair my face. It's a wonder I can still smile. Oh what money can do. It gave me a new face and now I can pay Rory back in his own coin.
"I'm Amaya by the way." The woman stretch her hand out for an handshake.
"Melissa." I take her hand and shake it firmly. Of course I know who you are. Rory's wife and weakness.
"We'll like to compensate you for our mistake Amaya. Coffee. On me." I press on. I need to get her to be my friend. The closer I can get to Rory, the more certain I am of hurting him.
"Oh that's fine. I have to wait for a friend. She's should be back anytime soon." I frown. Michelle should have left by now after the false text I sent her.
"Umm your friend? I think I saw her leave a while ago. You should check your phone. It's been ringing for a while now." I motion to her phone and she looks absently to it.
"Oh." She frowns. Of course Michelle already left. Just a quick text about William getting into an accident got her running out of the mall in seconds.
"You good for that coffee now?" I ask.
"No, I'm sorry but I've got a bit of an headache."
"Oh. I understand. Let's exchange cards then. Maybe next time." I hand her my card and she fishes hers from her bag and hand it to me. It says she's an artist. Hmm. Didn't think Rory would like the artistic​ ones.
"I've to go now." Amaya interrupts my thoughts. I smile up at her.
"Sure. Oh and your purchases are on the house." I say. She thanks me before hurrying out of the boutique. I stare at her go and absentmindedly squeeze her card into a rumpled ball. Amaya Gabriel. You've just met your husband's nemesis. Such a sweet innocent girl though. I smirk to myself. Not for long. Rory soils whoever he touches. I'm a testament to that. He ruined my life.

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Rory:

"This is rubbish!" I snap at the woman that's been hired to head the planning and management department. It's just been a few weeks and she's already messing up.
"You mean you can't get a simple contract signed on the land?!" I throw the file to the ground. The lady shake in front of my desk. My head which has been banging from lack of sleep gets worse. I know I'm being angrier than is warranted but fuck this! I hate this string of bad luck.
"The man says he wants to hand it to someone he trusts not to misuse the land." The woman defends weakly.
"Money! You could have just handed him more money. I'm sure he'll cave!"
"But sir, he wouldn't even agree to another appointment. He doesn't want to see us. I actually heard another company is going for the land as well. The old man might just be getting greedy."
"Excuses! Do I have to do everything myself?!"
"Sir umm"
"What company is going for the property. We can buy them off as well. That property must be mine. It's perfect for the resort I'm going to build."
"Gabriel's holding Sir." My fingers curl into fists. Of course! That dirty old man! I can't let him win. I'm getting that property. And fast. Investors are already on my neck.
"Get me another appointment. Today. Do you understand me?" I bark.
"Y--yes sir." I eye the spineless woman.
"You may leave." I dismiss her and she all but runs out of my office. Even with the air conditioning blasting at full capacity, I feel too warm. A tiny memory of Amaya's finger brushing my tongue unexpectedly flashes through my mind. I grunt my displeasure. I need to concentrate.
"Your employees are just about ready to quit their jobs." I lift my head up to glare at Watson. He stands by the doorway and peek in my office.
"Let them quit. We hire another set." I grunt out.
"What's gotten you in such a twist. You've been like this ever since you came into the office this morning like someone was chasing you." He walks in and balance himself on my desk.

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. I eye his offending buttocks.
"Wife issues already?" I glare at him.
"Mind your business and get off my desk!" I bellow. He's off the desk in records time.
"You know I can still fire you right?" I ask cooly.
"Yes boss."
"Now go be useful and I don't bother me."
"Sure thing." He says and hurries off too.
"Wife issues my foot! I don't even want a wife!" I snap at the empty office. How come you enjoyed said wife serving you breakfast like your mother always did before she passed away. I snap that train of thought close and take my suit jacket off to cool my nerves. I'm beginning to sweat. My phone alerts me of a text as I start to roll my sleeves up. I quickly abandon the task when I notice Michelle's name dancing on the screen and like a love struck puppy, I quickly click on the text.

EMERGENCY. SHOPRITE SHOPPING MALL. NEED A RIDE.

 I don't wait two seconds before I grab my keys and run out of the office. What could the emergency be?
 I drive like a mad man and with the help of my GPS, find the mall in about twenty minutes. Thankfully it isn't too far from my office building.
 I park my car haphazardly and hurry towards the entrance of the mall only to find just Amaya sitting disconcerted in front of the mall, wiping the corners of her eyes continuously and I find myself hurrying to her side.