The Billionaire’s Stripper

CHAPTER 22

I knocked on the door of Mr Sanchez's office again and I got no response.

Rolling my eyes for about the one millionth time that very minute, I knocked again, and this time, harder.

Still, I got no response.

However, I could have bet my left a*s that that man was inside that office and just, on his own, choosing to keep whoever it was at the door, shamefully waiting.

Sort of like what he did the last time when Richard had brought me here.

If this was not an ever so subtle sign of pride in power and authority. It was evident that this man just loved to stress the people that he worked for. Putting fear in their body, and well, making them stand outside his office for hours because he knew that they would not have the audacity to walk in without gaining his permission first.

He derived some kind of sick joy in that pleasure, apparently.

Sort of reminded me of some cranky old College Dean.

Well, I was not going to give him that satisfaction of feeling that he had total and complete authority over me.

So, I braced myself and packed myself with all audacity, placed a hand on the door knob, and pushed his office door open.

In seconds, I was standing face to face with Mr f*****g Sanchez.

"Good afternoon."

My greeting was rather cold and with a stern, unfazed face, I stared the man right back into his face, just as hard as he stared at me, although rather, in shock.

Probably, of my guts?

"You asked me to come and see you." I reminded him with a tone that made it clear that I did not have much time to spare.

"I ordered you to see me," He said to me, and I stiffened at his correction, fought the urge to roll my eyes in his face, "I didn't ask you for anything. I commanded you to be here."

I really fought the damn urge to roll my f*****g eyes.

"And barging into my office like that?" The old man raised a brow at me and I swear it took everything in me to not throw my heels in his face, "I think we need to work on those manners of yours."

That's rich coming from you."

I swear it came out of my mouth.

It slipped. Came right out of me before I even had the chance to stop myself.

Mr Sanchez narrowed his eyes at me, a bit of anger in them, as they heated up in my direction.

I was not even afraid of the man.

Damn it, I was just f*****g irritated by him.

"Why don't you answer the door when employees knock?" I asked him directly.

The man stared at me like I had grown three to four extra heads.

"I am asking you," I said to him, "I get it that you are in a position of some kind of authority and maybe you think you have leverage over the people under you in this firm and that's a flex, I know. But you need to work on your manners, Mr Sanchez."

"How dare you?" The man was appalled as he asked me a rhetorical question, every bit of him showed that he was HIGHLY offended, "How dare you have the audacity to speak to me like that?!"

"I am not raising my voice, so I do not believe that I am being disrespectful in any way," I spoke calmly, "What you do is simply wrong, and if nobody wants to do anything about it, then I will. The authorities will not be very pleased to know that you treat the people under you this way, Mr Sanchez."

"And you think the authorities will be pleased to find out that one of their most trusted and highly placed new employees is a liar and a w***e?" The man attacked me back verbally.

And well, shut me down.

Completely.

"Don't deceive yourself, Miss Kelly, you don't have a clean slate," He said to my face, "And don't come here being a moral police when you don't even know a thing or two about Morals."

Ouch.

I wanted to bite back.

But, considering what this man knew, I knew it was not safe. So, I summoned self control. I tried to control myself as much as I possibly could.

"Why was I 'ordered' here?" I asked the bastard.

The air quote in my voice was inevitable.

"Good," He said to me and I wanted to wipe out the smirk on his ugly face, "I am glad that you now know how you should speak to me."

God. This man….

"I see that you have found favour in the eyes of Lyon McAllister too," Mr Sanchez said to me with a smile.

"What makes you say that?" I asked him.

I mean, he was not there in the Head Room when I agreed to the deal with Lyon McAllister. So, there was absolutely no reason that he would know.

"Am I wrong?" He asked with a raised brow.

"Possibly," I answered.

"Well, I'll tell you," He said to me, "I was there in the Head Room earlier this morning before you were summoned and Lyon McAllister was desperately in search of anyone who would volunteer to be his other son's guardian when he starts working in Ciel."

"So?" I asked him.

"So," He repeated, "Michael McAllister could not stop going on and on about how you are so regal and confident and disciplined that it could rub off on anyone.

I was aware that Michael had hyped up my name to his father.

I just did not quite know the details of it.

"I may have underestimated how much that man is awes by you, Miss Kelly," He said, "Or at least, by the facade that you put up for him. Am I right?"

Guilt whipped me brutally and I fought a scowl from marrying my face.

"He would not stop talking about you," Mr Sanchez went on, "It was clear to everyone in that room that the man was in love. Anyone could have seen that in the way that he spoke of you."

"Why are you telling me all these, sir?" I asked him straight up.

"Just so you get to understand how much power you could have over the son of Michael McAllister," He easily answered.

I swallowed hard, having a mental picture of where exactly this was going.

"So, what are you really trying to say to me?" I asked him to be more direct.

He was unnecessarily going through the corners. He needed to speak to me directly. He needed to tell me what was the point. What was really on his mind.

The man sat there and stared at me and I felt so angry, watching him. He looked even more ugly in my eyes. I truly hated this man, and everything that had to do with him.

I hated the fact that he was going to make me take a man that I was starting to feel something for, for granted.

A man whose only crime was adoring me.

But, maybe, I hated myself even more and all that I was doing was projecting it on Mr Sanchez. He did give me an option. To choose one thing or the other. I chose the other. I made the bad decision, and now, I am stuck with it.

"Ask Michael McAllister on a date," Mr Sanchez said to me.

"We already went on one," I told him.

"I am aware. Ask him on another." He said.

I didn't even bother asking him how he knew that me and Michael McAllister went on a date before. As far as I was concerned, no one asides my friends, Michael McAllister and God knew about that. I had made sure to be as discreet as I possibly could about the entire thing.

Mr Sanchez was a creep anyway. I didn't even bother asking him what he knew.

"Why?" I asked instead.

"Because I said so," He answered.

"Of what use would another date with him be to you?" I asked the man.

Because clearly, this had to be something that he would benefit from. There was no other reason that he would ask me to go on a date with the man if not for the fact it would benefit him.

"We will get there, Rachel, relax," He said to me and I grind my teeth and did what he said; Relax.

I listened to the sick man speak.

"Schedule a date with him and make sure it is at his house," He said.

"Okay." I answered.

"Do it during the weekend, so you don't sound too desperate." He added.

"Sure." I nodded.

"Michael McAllister does not let just anyone into his territory, his home, but you managed to make him so smitten by you that he has broken so many of his protocols already. I am sure you can f**k his mind a bit further into letting you into his home. Right?"

I swallowed hard. It was painful.

"I will try," I said to Mr Sanchez.

He responded with a satisfied smile.

"Michael McAllister holds a secret from his father and the entire company. A secret that could ruin everything that his father has ever worked for. And give me leverage to step over him and take over his business." Mr Sanchez said to me.

I was holding my breath at this point because I was scared that he was asking me to do something that I awfully feared.

My fear was not in vain.

Every thing that I feared, every reason that I feared, this man solidified it. He gave me even more reasons why that fear should never die down.

The monster before me gave me an order that wrecked me completely. Destroyed me to even imagine. Totally disoriented me in ways that I didn't even know was possible.

"Find out what it is," He said to me and the smirk on his face had deepened as my heart beat became a disturbing pattern of scatteredness, "And bring back word to me, Miss Kelly."