Secrets after I do, a lawyers revenge

Chapter4

THIRD PERSON 'S POV

Lucy entered her office and flopped down on her chair. Her head ached from all the thinking she had been doing. She had been up all night thinking, but no matter how much she thought, she couldn't figure out how to exert her revenge.

A slight knock came at the door. Lucy sat up and arranged herself before calling out, “Enter.”

Caramel entered, smiling. “Good morning, ma'am. Welcome back. How was your trip?” She asked as she dropped off Lucy's coffee in front of her.

Lucy looked at her, and the memory of that night flashed before her eyes. She closed her eyes momentarily. “It was good.” She replied curtly.

“I heard you came back the day before yesterday, but you didn't come to work yesterday. Did you meet a client outside the office?” She asked, still smiling.

Her smile sickened Lucy. After everything she had done for her, she had the guts to plot such evil against her and then stand here and smile. The raw urge to get up and smash her head against the wall filled her body, but she held back. Just then something crossed her mind.

“How did you know when I came back? I am sure I didn't tell you,” Lucy asked. Her eyebrows raised.

A nervous laugh escaped Caramel's lips. “Errm…now that you ask, I don't quite remember how I got that information.” She chuckled nervously, avoiding Lucy's eyes. “Ohh right! I remember now. I found out from Clinton.”

Lucy nodded even though she knew that was a lie. “Ohh, I see. Well, thank you for the coffee. You can go now. I will call you if I need you.” She dismissed her.

Caramel quickly turned around and hurried towards the door. As she rushed out, her red heels came into view, clicking against the tiles. Lucy watched the shoes with pain in her heart. “Nice heels, Caramel.” She blurted out.

Caramel halted and spun. “Thank you, ma'am. My boyfriend bought it for me. He said it fit my legs and color perfectly. I think it does too.” She smiled cheekily.

Lucy swallowed heavily. “That's very sweet of him.” Dalia replied with a tight smile. “What is his name?” She asked.

“Ermm.” Caramel chuckled nervously. “You are not one to ask private questions, ma'am. This is a surprise.” She shifted the conversation.

Lucy chuckled. “Sorry, I must have made you uncomfortable with that question. You don't have to reply. You can go.”

Caramel immediately turned around and left. As the door closed, Lucy heard her phone chime. She picked it up, and it was an email. She opened it, but it was from an unknown person, but the content immediately got her attention.

“Hello, Lucy. You do not know me, but I know you. And I have a deal for you. I can help you get the revenge you desire, and my price is not too exorbitant. All I want is just one date. If you are interested, reply with any location and time of your choice. I will be waiting.” The text read.

Lucy was intrigued. There was no name on the email, so there was no way to know who the sender was. She remembered the letter that was left for her in the hospital. She immediately picked her bag up and took out the note. “I will reach out to you again. Soon.” That was the last line.

“Could it be the same person?” She asked out loud. Could the price be only one date?” she wondered. She was intrigued but also scared. It made no sense that a stranger would be doing this. But she told no one about what had happened to her. Not even her only friend yet. So how did this person find out about it?

But after looking at the email and note over and over again, she didn't know what to do. She closed the email and put the note back into her bag.

“Let's just focus on work, Lucy.” She muttered to herself. She continued her work for the day. Clients came in for consultations and meetings. She wrote some paperwork and other things. She couldn't be more glad that she didn't have a court session today.

Lucy stretched and looked at the table clock, which was showing 4:30pm. Suddenly, the email crossed her mind again. She opened it on her phone and looked at it again as her chair swirled around.

“What is the harm in meeting up with this stranger? She thought to herself. “I get to pick out the location and time so I can pick out a familiar place where I will feel safe. But is this really worth it? Could one date be the only price?” She sighed heavily.

“Ughhh. This is killing me. I am too curious to let it go and too scared to go ahead with it.” She tapped her pen on her table. An unconscious habit she does whenever she is thinking of something deeply. “You know what? f**k it! If I am going to do it, I might just do it now and get over it. "What's the harm in seeing who it is?” She rambled on.

She opened the email and replied. “Hilltop restaurant. 5:30pm, today.” She typed and clicked send. She let out a deep sigh. Her hand tapped anxiously on the table as she waited for a response.

Within three minutes, a reply came in. “Good choice. See you soon.”

She checked the time again, and it was now exactly 5:00 pm. “I should get going to beat the traffic. I wouldn't want him to get there before me.” She muttered, but in reality it was just her habit of always wanting to arrive early before every client meeting or court session.

She retouched her makeup and left the office.

Caramel stood up as soon as Lucy walked out of her office. “Ma’am, do you have a meeting? I don't see anything on your schedule.” She asked, checking her schedule again.

“It's a private meeting; you don't have to concern yourself with it. Go home early today,” Lucy replied and continued on her way.

Caramel smiled. “Ma’am, will you go home from the meeting? Will it be a long one?” She asked innocently.

But Lucy caught the meaning behind those questions. She turned around and stared at her but turned away without saying a word and walked away. “They must both think I am a fool for not noticing them sneaking around my back all this while,” Lucy said, feeling slightly ashamed of herself.

As she came down, she saw Clinton waiting by the car. “Where to, ma’am?” he asked politely.

“Clinton, I plan on using a cab. I will go home from the meeting, so don't wait. Go home with the car and come pick me up tomorrow at home as usual,” Lucy instructed.

“Okay, ma’am. Thank you,” he replied.

Dalia hailed a cab and entered. For some reason she didn't want anyone to know where she was going. It felt like a secret for some reason.

It wasn't long before she arrived at her location. A waiter showed her to a table by the window, and she requested water. She sat there looking out the window and just admiring the view; she didn't notice when someone walked up to her until the person was standing in front of the table.

She raised her eyes and was met with a handsome smiling face. He was about 6 ft 5 with broad shoulders and a well-structured, muscular frame. He was definitely an eye candy with his white sleeves rolled up.

“Hello, Lucy. I am Ethan. I am glad you decided to meet with me.” He smiled.

Lucy shook her head slightly, getting rid of the intrusive thoughts. “Hello, Ethan. I would have introduced myself, but you seem to already know me,” Dalia replied.

He smirked and sat down opposite her.