The Billionaire’s Stripper

CHAPTER 11

"What do you mean by that?" I asked Mr Sanchez as he looked at me with a look that I damn right knew was one more of evil, than good.

I only wondered what on earth the man was really up to as he stood there by his office desk, watching me.

"I know why a woman like you would want to pick up a job like this," He started out by saying to me and I watched him talk, "You want to feel respected. Worth it. You want to feel proud of yourself, am I right?"

I held myself together and I did not want to say anything that would stand a chance of triggering him.

"A job like an escort will not give you that, I suppose, so tricking your way into the Ciel McAllister Enterprise would get you that dream, right, Miss Kelly?" He said to me.

"I like this job," I told him. I made it clear to him, "I really like this job, Mr Sanchez. I want to be here."

"Same," He said to me, "I want you to be here too, and that is why, I want to make a proposal that will make sure you do stay here."

"What proposal?" I asked him.

"As long as you work in this company and as long as you want me to keep quiet about what I know about you, you will have to do as I say, Miss Kelly." He told me.

"I don't understand," I said to him.

"I have some goals I would love to achieve," He said to me, "And having someone like you who is already in the good graces of the COO of the company like I heard you are, I believe you can get me what I want."

"COO?" I frowned in confusion, "I don't know the COO of the company."

"Mr McAllister," He specified, "I have heard all about you winning his heart and attention. Don't play dumb, Miss Kelly."

"Michael McAllister—"

"So, you're even on a first name basis with him?" Mr Sanchez raised a brow at me, and quickly, I corrected myself with a massive eye roll.

"Mr Michael McAllister is the CEO of this company," I said to him.

"Acting CEO," Mr Sanchez had clarified, "His father is still alive, so he can't run the business until it gets willed to him. How are you in this company and you fail to be aware of that little piece of information?"

Oh wow. That was new news to me.

Acting CEO. That meant he was not the official CEO of Ciel yet. It all made sense to me why he was here doing so many things; a man who ran a company as big as Ciel could not be bothered to be here every second of the day.

So, Michael McAllister was not the actual CEO, he was just the COO. So then, why would he be acting as the CEO, officially, when he wasn't?

"I am still new here," I defended myself, "So, I cannot be able to know everything that's going on here."

"That explains why you barged into my office without regard," He noted, "Because if you knew who I was and what I was capable of doing, you would not have been that bold, Miss Kelly."

"Please, be straightforward," I asked him politely, "What do you want from me in exchange of my silence?"

"I want you to be my little rat," He heeded, dropped the bombshell to me as straight as he could.

I regretted asking him to be clear with me because what he said infuriated me more than words could actually explain. As a matter of fact, I was livid and all I wanted to do was throw him a punch that he would never forget

But that would have been a bad idea. As much as I hated this man already, I had to be careful. He had the leverage here over me and that sucked, yes, but I couldn't risk it all.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked instead, "What do you mean I have t be your little rat?"

"I have some goals I wish to attain," He said to me, "And most of them hover around finding out the secrets to the success of this company—"

"Your plan is to jeopardize the company that you work for?" I raised an unbelieving brow to him.

"My plan is to take it over," He was straight with me, "And you, Miss Kelly, are going to help me do just that."

I stood there and stared at this man like he was crazy.

How could I get an offer on my first day of work to bring down this company? Something that the McAllisters' had worked their blood and sweat for? How dare this old goon ask me to do that for him?

"Are you in?" He asked me, "Or do I go ahead to let the officials of this company know the truth about the woman that they hired as a new remarkable employee?"

"I can't do that," I disagreed at first.

"Your call," He shrugged, unbothered.

"Look, I am not that close to Michael McAllister. It will not even work," I said to him, "There is no way that he will share secrets about this company to a woman he barely knows."

"For now," Mr Sanchez says, "He barely knows you, for now. I can assure you, from what I heard, you have yourself on the special wings of Michael McAllister. I'd give it to you, that's a feat. The man is not easy to impress. If you could c***k your way into giving him the best impression, then, you can as well trick yourself into his heart and make him tell you everything that I need to know."

"This is wrong," I stood my grounds.

"And lying about who you are isn't?" Mr Sanchez asked me mockingly, "Don't act so innocent now. You started this thread of deceit. You shouldn't have a problem carrying it along."

Oh, God...

"But of course, if you're not ready, I won't force you," Mr Sanchez said to me, sat back down on the plush chair of his office and rested his head back in a relaxing manner, "I will just do what I have to do and get you out of here as soon as I can. No big deal."

I could not do something as vile as this. Michael McAllister, so far, had been so good to me, and he seemed to be a good man and he made it clear that he has trusted me enough to employ me to even be his bonus and now, Mr Sanchez was asking me to do a thing like this to him.

The implications of this could be so bad. I would not only lose his trust and this job if the truth came out, I could even also get arrested. I could spend some good time in jail for this.

What on earth do I do? What do I say? How do I go about this in a way that I don't lose this job or have to betray the company at all?

"I am waiting for your answer, Miss Kelly," Mr Sanchez was practically timing me, unbothered and undisturbed as I was fretting and seemingly going out of my mind.

"I..."

I was stammering on my own words now, biting against my tongue as I started to talk and stopped myself immediately.

"I...."

I couldn't bring myself to stoop so low and so this because of money. But damn it, did I have to lose ever job I had ever gotten? Every job that I had gotten, something, anything, one thing or the other would happen and I could lose it and I was getting sick and tired of that. I was getting tired of constantly hustling to get something doing and failing. For the first time in my life, I had gotten a job like this, with even a bonus offer, and I was just going to give it up?

What on earth do I do?

"Mr Sanchez, I..."

I was so distraught because as I patched thought after thought, I was slowly starting to make a decision, and that decision, I did not like it one bit. I wished there was a way I could avert it, but with each ponder, it became clearer and clearer to me that this was the only thing I could do.

"Miss Kelly?" Mr Sanchez had called my name again, "If you can't make up your mind, then, please, kindly use the door.—"

"I'll do it!" I nearly screamed at the spur of the moment.

I hated myself for it. God knows I did. But there was virtually nothing more I could do. I could not lose this job. I was not going to lose this job. I couldn't bring myself to. No. No. No.

"I'll do it," I said to him, repeating myself and there came a smile upon his face, spreading to its width.

"I agree," I carried on, "I agree to be a rat for you and do as you say. As long as you keep what you know about me away from everyone that you know."

I may have dug myself a hole. That was what it felt like to me. And I did not want to even look back or hesitate. The last thing on my mind was not losing this job, and maybe I was doing a bad thing, a terrible thing in fact, but at least, I was finally getting a job for myself and being someone useful in my life.

For once, I was going to live a stress free life and get all the money I had ever wanted to have. Get a better apartment. f**k it, get a better life. Nothing was going to stop me from living that dream.

Not even an old man who wanted to make my dream a History.

"I will do it," I told Me Sanchez and he couldn't have been happier.

With a bright smile on his face and a look of satisfaction, he said to me.

"Deal."