Saving Mr. Schmitz, the billionaire

Avery's POV: Revenge. I discovered it came in a twelve-dollar spray can and the exact shade of orange my former boss hated. I stepped back a bit and admired my work of art with a smirk of satisfaction tugging on my lips. Thinking of how he would lose his s**t was enough for me but the cherry on top would be witnessing it. “Who is there?” My body tensed as I spun around and saw the familiar security run towards me. He was huffed loudly as he approached me but I didn't wait to listen to what he had to say. I knew what this meant if I was caught so I frantically picked up my box and raced towards the gate. My ID slipped out of the little opening but I didn't wait to pick it. Every second mattered even if they were going to find out who it was. The thought made me cuss at myself in my head as I fastened my pace. I could still hear old Samuel breathing heavily as he tried to catch up with me. I felt bad for him. However, I was going through hell more than he was. A glance behind me assured me just for a bit until I saw Zack join in the pursuit. He was the new security recruitment who is way younger and obsessed with the gym. His buffed body made my eyes go wide in horror as I pumped my legs more. No matter how fast I went, he seemed to be right behind me. Fuck,” I said into the sky as i took in a large breath of air. I could feel blood rush in my ears as the breeze whipped my brunette hair around but I didn't stop for a second. The streets were empty so I only bumped into a person once… or maybe twice. By the time I saw an alley that caught my eyes, my throat was burning. Without thinking twice, I ran into it hoping that it wasn't a dead end. I was lucky. The road went two ways and I took the left immediately. Maybe the heavens understood that I had been wronged. When I was sure no one was chasing me anymore. I let out a groan and fell on the floor, not caring about the swiftly damp concrete. If only I knew better then maybe I wouldn't have reported the slush funds and that would help me keep my job. If only I had ignored the obviously inflated numbers. But what could I do now? It was too late to regret and it was all thanks to my moral compass that had the same survival instinct as a goldfish. I stared at my box and winced when the portrait my ex gave me six months ago was peeking out. I needed water byt there was clearly no store in sight and I was too scared to go back out now. My legs felt like jello and my stomach grumbled as I took in my dark surroundings. I felt my body go still when I heard a strange sound. I wanted to wave it off but it came again. My eyes darted to the dark corner I suspected that it came from and squinted. “I- I felt the hair on my neck stand as I slowly stood up, not taking my eyes from the corner. Was I ever going to catch a break? “Help,” the voice said followed by a groan. I scanned around for a weapon but there was nothing. That was when my eyes fell on my box… specifically the letter opener. It wasn't much but I still grabbed it. My feet failed to move at first but curiosity won. “W-who is that?” I said, my voice more stable than my hand. I clenched harder on the weapon as I slowly approached the stranger that I could see a bit better. He wasn't as big as I imagined. In fact, he was more on the lean muscular side and was crouched over. I furrowed my brows as I bent to take a closer look at him and noticed how pale he was. My heart skipped a bit as I asked, “What's wrong?” The stranger didn't say a word and only shifted then let out a groan of pain. I paused as I studied his movement and when I was sure he wasn't going to attack, I moved closer. I moved closer once more until I was hovering over him. He lifted his head a bit, showing a face that took a gasp out of me. His black hair was plastered against his sweaty forehead. He let out a laboured breath then shifted a bit and that was when I noticed. A took a step back and let the letter opener clatter to the floor as I stared with a wide eye. Blood. His blue shirt was covered with wet blood that didn't seem like it was going to stop soon. I followed the trail his blood created and stepped away as if I had been burned by it when I realised that I was standing on it. I stretched my hand to hold him up when he slouched further but withdrew it with a sharp intake. “Give me a second,” I said as I brought out my phone. The last thing I wanted was to be framed for a murder. I quickly dialled the emergency line and explained the issue. “Is he still breathing?” The question made me freeze and I glanced at him. I didn't want to check but I still did anyway. “Barely,” I muttered, using my other hand to support my phone. I pulled my hand away from his face when he seemed to vomit blood. “He's vomiting blood,” I said, the panic I felt making my voice shake. “What should I do?” I asked when they seemed to launch into a bunch of jargon. I followed the instructions to the best of my ability and soon enough, my cardigan was on the most ghastly injury in his abdomen, sucking up the blood. I wanted to cry when he let out another groan and his eyes fluttered open for the first time. His hazel eyes seemed to beg me but I could only lean further to support his failing body. “I'm so sorry, stranger,” I said, pressing harder as I watched my cardigan continue to soak up the blood. I didn't know if he was a criminal but in case he wasn't, someone had to apologise. I wasn't even sure if he was going to survive the next ten minutes. What would the news say? Was he even that relevant? Soon, help arrived and I let out a breath of relief. Just as I stood up to give the stretcher more space and answer some questions, his bloody hands clasped around mine. The warm and sticky liquid made me want to retract my hand but I held the urge in. With a bit of hesitation, I leaned into his mouth when he seemed to mutter something. “Left pocket,” he whispered for probably the tenth time. Taking a look around, I nervously did as he said and dug out a black card. Before I could ask questions, he was set on the stretcher and moved into the ambulance. I stood and watched the whole process with my legs barely holding my weight. “He's going to be okay.” I glanced at the paramedic, completely unconvinced but still nodded. The card in my hand seemed to be calling my name so I tried to read through it. He seemed like a high class individual although I couldn't read half of what was written under the dim light. His name caught my eyes. Stefan Schmitz. A etched my brow as I stared at the card intensely. I could have sworn that I've heard my boss talk about him several times but I couldn't be so sure. CEO of- “Are you coming with us?” I whipped my head up and saw a paramedic holding the door as he looked at me. My mouth moved but nothing came out. I had no reasons to follow since I didn't even know him prior to the few seconds that were life-threatening for him. “Hello?” he said with obvious irritation in his tone this time. I knew it made no sense to follow but with a bit of hesitation that only lasted for a moment, I picked up my box and threw the card in. Stopping right in front of the ambulance, I said with a smile, “Yes, I am.”