Chapter Four
1088 Words
EMILY'S POV
“The company would be delighted to invest a trillion with your company, but the company has to see your commitment to the project, which would be about four-hundred billion,”
I sat at the other end of the table, as the representative of this company spat lies through his teeth.
“That shouldn't be a problem at all,” Sebastine was drinking on all his lies, reading this as a pretty lucrative deal.
“You can't sign this deal,” I pulled his face below the table, by tapping his legs slightly.
“And why?”
We both spoke in whispers.
“Come with me,” I said, “please, trust me.” I pleaded, and then got out of the table.
“Excuse me gentlemen,” Sebastine said, and then reluctantly followed behind me.
“They are a fraud,” I said, handing him the tablet, which had all the information I had dug up on them, the very reason I had called the previous night.
“Woah!” Sebastine exclaimed, after realizing that all I said was true.
“Let's go,” he say, walking out of the building,
“But the meeting…” I pitched,
“I have nothing else to discuss with those thieves,” he responded, and then walked out.
"We made such a great team. Why couldn't he see it?” I sighed and then followed behind him.
“Hey honey, how was it?” Chloe was the first one to welcome us, after we alighted at the resort.
“They are thieves,” Sebastine responded. “Emily brought it to my attention that they were only trying to extort money from the company, and are not true investors,” he explained to her.
“And you believed her?” Chloe queried, leaving me in shock, and apparently, Sebastine confused.
“You're the business expert,” Chloe said, “she is nothing but a fairly literate assistant. How are you sure she's not making stuff up? How does she know they are fraudulent?” She probed.
“Unless…” Chloe was speaking many words in one minute.
“...she's one of them,” she said.
“What?” Sebastine and I blurted in unison.
“If she was, why would she turn them in?” He asked in my defense.
“Because they failed to agree on a percentage, and she knows you'll appreciate her for a job well done,” Chloe responded.
“Which would obviously be more profitable to her.” She gave me a death stare, as she said this line.
“Trust me, Sebastine, I know girls like this, and I know exactly how to handle her.”
I turned to Sebastine, to hear him speak in my defense, as I could not wrap my head around the stories that Chloe was cooking against me.
“Arrest her!” She ordered the policemen that were assigned to follow her around.
I watched with shock and disappointment, as Sebastine did nothing but let the men take me away, like a criminal.
The policemen claimed I was only going to be questioned, but I already felt like a common thief, accused for being a thief, rather than being appreciated for the good I had done.
Like the policemen promised, I was questioned and held in detention for about four hours, after which I was allowed to go.
“You can sit here, while the vehicle comes to pick you up,” one of the officers said.
I wasn't going to return to that resort to see Chloe's face, especially Sebastine, who did nothing, but watched me get wrongly accused.
After a while of thoughts, I decided on a bold move, something I probably should have done weeks ago.
I snuck out of the police station and hid, when the car from Sebastine arrived.
I covered my head and made sure I was not found, until the men eventually left, concluding that I had taken a cab back to the resort.
My action, however, left me stranded, roaming the streets of Italy in the dark, with nothing but the clothes I had on.
I knew no one and had no idea what life was going to be from this point, but one thing I knew for sure was that I wasn't going to see Sebastine's cruel face again.
It only took a few minutes walk before I was exhausted, and luckily, sighted a restaurant not very far off.
I ordered a plate of pasta and a pack of juice and while I ate, I kept wondering how I was going to clear my bills. I had made up my mind that the worst that was going to happen was going to be going back to jail, or getting a job here. Either ways, it was better than going back to Sebastine.
After my meal however, I placed my head on the table and lost consciousness to sleep. I had had an exhausting day and the steamy pasta I had was just what I needed.
“Ma'am?”
I heard a distant call for the first time. The second call did not feel so distant, as I felt a soft, warm touch on my arm.
“The restaurant is closing now,” I raised my head to a fine young man.
I looked around and realized I was almost the only one there, and the staff were almost all changed out of their work outfit.
“You have to pay your bills and go home ma'am,” the waiter added, handing me the bill.
I was looking both confused and terrified, and didn't say a word at all.
“Ma'am?” He called my attention again.
“That's okay, I'll get the bill,” a thick voice surfaced on scene. A fine man with brown, trimmed hair, wearing an expensive tuxedo.
He took the bill from the waiter and gave him a bundle of cash.
“You can keep the rest,” he said to the waiter.
“Miss, can I drop you off?” He politely asked me.
I wished I could jump at the offer, but I had no home to go to.
“Uhm…” I was starstruck. He had a heavenly buildup and looked like a god. It was difficult to be composed around him.
“I…” I kept struggling.
“Martins,” he stretched his hand forward. “My name is Martins.” He introduced.
“Emily,” I accepted his warm handshake.
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