It's just my anger
Travis POV
While Marcus had gone to find Hillary, I paced around my room thinking. From the analysis of her own outline, everything was very perfect. Her speech was more fluent, lucid, and she even gave a good stream of budgeting, logic and vision. But everything would be perfect if she presented it in my office. That would be so cool. All I needed to do was find her. I carried my phone to call Marcus.
“Hey. Any News about her.”
“No sir, I'm actually waiting at the spot where we met before but I can't find her and no one has called her phone.”
“Shit.” I murmured and cut the call. I was getting pissed off. Why? I don't know. Maybe it's my anger issues taking over again.
I sat on my bed taking deep breaths. How do I even go about persuading her? I called her a whore before. Isn't she? Is she? What if she isn't one. Where is she anyway? That's when my memory didn't betray me. Victoria's.
She was working for her but since the last time I….. Shit! I bulged my eyes from my sockets. I actually fired her from caster foods the other day. That's why she's trying so hard to get a job. Shit.
I stood up again and went outside. I needed to drive to Victoria's villa to check if Hillary might still be working there. I drove with speed without even thinking and put in the password and rushed in.
“What are you doing here, babe.”
I flinched, turned. Victoria was cascading down the stairs. Happy.
That ‘babe’ word annoyed me so much.
“Um, I ….I…I'm looking for…..”
I'm looking for your maid. Is she here? No, Travis. That's insane. I laughed in my head.
“I knew you would come back for me.” She ran towards me and hugged me. “ There's no need to hide it, okay? You missed me, right.” Her hug was tight enough to make me choke. I pushed her softly.
“Victoria, it's not that, it's…”
“Babe, now that you're here, I need money to get a patek bag, okay?” She pouts.
“Victoria, stop it okay? I'm not your boyfr….”
I didn't finish talking when her hands forcefully went into my pants and she grasped my dick in her hands, rubbing and grabbing it like some common food.
“Please.” Her voice came out in a soft moan.
Fuck. This girl was a demon. She would stop me from doing what I wanted to do. I was feeling the foreplay but this wasn't necessary at all.
I gripped my hands tightly and she groaned in pain.
“This isn't what I'm here for?”
“Then why are you here?” She whines.
I looked around. “ I think I lost something important here.”
“Which is?”
“A card.” I lied. “ Please help me search your room. I'm pretty sure I left it on your night stand.”
She gave me a skeptical look. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Stay here okay? I'll go check.” She trudged upstairs still giving me worried stares. Eww.
I took a deep breath and rushed to the kitchen, just then I saw a maid. “Hey.” I called out.
“Hello, sir. Good day. What would you like me to do for you?”
“Um, nothing really.” I started to pick my hair nervously. “ Well, there's a maid that works here. Where is she? Hillary.”
“Oh. Hillary. She told me she's no longer working here sir.”
“Oh”
“If I may ask sir, is there any problem?”
I had to shoot a lie. The possibility of this maid narrating the whole thing I said to Victoria is highly credible.
“Well, she did laundry for Victoria and I. I think something was missing from the pockets of my shirt and I wanted to confirm if she saw it.”
“Oh, I..”
“Shut up. It's fine. Not important anyway.” I said and walked away. Rushing back to my car. I don't want Victoria to catch up with me. Fuck. Where does this Hillary of a girl stay anyways?
I called Marcus once again and it was a negative response. I then zoomed off from Victoria's. Maybe I need a drink. It was already 8pm and my phone rang. It was Marcus.
“Sir. I found her. We are Close to dynamic club.”
“Really? Okay. I'm on my way.” My body jumped to life and I turned the wheels around. The kaleidoscope of spotlight colors from the club was amazing. I squinted my eyes after I parked my car and looked around. Marcus yelled my name and I saw him.
“Finally.” I walked towards him. They were on a bridge. Hillary was resting on the rails. I was supposed to be embarrassed for wanting to want her back after calling her a whore.
“Hillary, This is my Boss.” He gestured. She turned to look at me. The first thing I noticed was her swollen eyes.
“This guy is your Boss?” She looked startled.
“Yeah.” Stupid Marcus smiled.
“Oh my gosh. I'm sorry, I don't think we should present the whole event. I can't.” She walks to leave.
“What is wrong with you?” I scoffed.
“What's going on here? Do you know each other?”
“No!” We both answered at the same time. Then, there was an awkward silence.
“I'm sorry, I have to go.” She tried to Walk away when Marcus stopped her. “Wait a minute. I showed your work and my boss, Travis, likes it. Come on. This could be the game changer.”
She breathes in and out looking like she was waiting for me to say something which I did. “ Um, does anyone want a drink, because I do. Let's just get a drink from the club.” I cleared my throat.
“Fine.” She said without looking at me but Marcus.
“Marcus, wait here please.”
“Huh? But?”
“That's an order.”
I turned to leave but she was still standing still. She reluctantly walked towards me and when we were far from Marcus. She spilled.
“Look, I'm sorry, I didn't know he was your messenger. If I did, I would have never accepted help.”
“Let's go in.”
“No.”
“Please. I need to talk to you.” I grabbed her hands and walked in while the men by the door all cleared the road. The club was booming.
“What are you actually trying to do?” She yelled so I could hear because of the loud music. I walked to the counter to get a drink.
I gulped in one second, feeling the bitterness slip down my throat.
“Your work was a blast. Like I said, work for my company.” I talked loud enough for her to hear me. “Another shot.” I said to the bartender.
“Oh sorry, chameleons and whore don't work for people like you.”
Straight bullet to my heart. “ I'm sorry, okay?” I can't believe I just apologized. She stood up walking away. She was leaving. I emptied the second round and followed her.
“Hold on.” I tried to run after her. The music had become muffled because we had gotten out of the club room.
She scurried so fast I couldn't see her. Then I heard her scream.
“Don't touch me.”
Some foolish guy was all over her. I walked towards him to give him the most extremely painful blow on his jaws up to his nose and blood splattered everywhere. He fell lifeless on the floor.
“Are you okay?” I asked and she placed her hand on her chest, shocked. She swallowed and continued to walk.
“Why are you so stubborn to talk to? Huh?” I started getting angry.
“I'm sorry but it's my choice. You expect me to work with and for you? And what about Madam Victoria?”
“Stop calling her that. She's not here.” I corrected it.
“Well, after what happened, I can't. I don't want trouble with your girlfriend.”
“Aren't you homeless? Do you even have a place to stay? You don't have a job. How's your mode of survival?”
“My mode of survival?” She laughs. “ Thanks to you, I got fired when I finally found a job.”
“That's why I'm offering a good one for you now.”
“I'd rather stay homeless.”
“You're joking.”
“I never knew Marcus was part of your company. Whoa. You don't realize how hard I'm trying to avoid you. I'm going to look for another job. Maybe work with event planners too. It's better I work with other people than you.” She spat and ran away.
I clenched my fist angrily and dialled a number quickly.
“Hello, sir?”
“Hello, Raymond. I want you to implement a block on “Hillary Highman's” involvement with our event planning companies. Please instruct our teams to reject any submissions, applications, or requests from her, and ensure that our clients are not approached by her or on her behalf. Whether it's our company or not, make sure no company accepts her.”
Yes. With my influence, I could do anything I want.