Chapter 8
767 Words
Unknown pov
"His son's missing?" I shouted, enraged."Where the f**k is he?"
My aide looked terrified. "He apparently went on a vacation."
What Goddamn vacation when he's supposed to be getting married and getting me my money!!!
He was a verge of a breakdown. He quickly stumbled over to a side of the room and took a whiskey out of the bar. He raised it to his aide and demanded that he pour him a cup.
His cracked lips and scarred face were twisted as he took small sips from his cup.
The old man thought he could play him! He would teach him lesson.
Get me my god dam phone. His aide surried around and eventually handed the phone to him.
He dialed a number and put it to his ear.
"Hello"
He laughed at the old man's calm tone. He wouldn't be calm anymore when he hears my voice.
"Where's my money?" I demanded harshly.
There was a slight pause then heavy breathing. "I...I...I told you that you would get it at the end of next month when the marriage takes place."
I laughed menancely. "Don't tell me that bullshit. I've had enough of this. Your son that is busy having a vacation not even with this fiancee. He obviously don't have interest in her any longer. I need my money by the end of this month and that's final. If not... You know what I can do."
I cut the phone abruptly and instructed my aide.
"Watch the old man and his son. Any suspicious movement should be reported to me. "
"Yes sir."
Cassey's Pov
I've never been so giddy before. I'm apparently starting work on Wednesday.I'm doing grocery today as miss Jordan said I would have to cook a sumptuous meal for my boss so he could determine for himself. What if he doesn't like it?
That whisper of doubt creeps into my heart but I shake it off and resume picking some vegetables on the side walk. I must say that the vegatables here are pretty fresh.
Making my way to the counter to pay for my goods, I couldn't find the cashier but then a heard sniffling as if someone was crying.
It's coming from the back of the counter. I strained my neck to take a peek and behold a lady about my age is crying her eyes out, her face all puffy and red.
When she noticed my presence, she immediately sprang up and started apologizing. I shushed her before she went further. I must admit that she looked beautiful with honey coloured hair falling down her back in waves and a fleshy body.
"Please place your goods on the deck." That was when I realised that she's the cashier.
I obeyed silently but my conscience kept poking me.
I slight touched her arm. "Hey! Are you okay?"
She flinched back as if I I wanted to arm her.
"I'm okay... Her voice sounded croaky so she cleared it. I'm sorry for the inconvenience I've caused you."
I immediately refuted her words. "No it's nothing. You could talk to me you know. "
Her expression faltered and turned sad. I felt pity for her.
"When will your shift end
6pm."
"Why?"
I thought back to my conversation to miss Jordan. She said the boss usually had his dinner around 7pm at most.
"I feel you need someone to talk to. Could I give you my number so anything you feel like, I would be just a call away?"
Her face looked surprised.
"Why would you want to talk to a stranger. You know nothing of my problems and can't do anything about it." I flinched at her harsh tone.
She saw it and immediately apologised.
"I just want to help you know.I don't know I just don't like seeing anyone sad. "
And I'm curious too of what will make this young woman sad but I didn't say that to her.
She looked at me trying to gauge my expression whether it was sincere or not.
I gave her a small comforting smile and wrote my number on the piece of paper nearby.
"I'm Clarissa,I say streching out my hands towards her. And you're?"
"Salome,you can call me sal for short," she said.
After paying for my goods and reassuring her once more, I made my way out.
I might have just made a friend.
This chapter drained my strength. I'm so hungry now. Who loves indomie and egg? I do!
Please don't forget to like, comment, vote and follow me.
I love you'll.
Mwahhh.
Quote of the day: Be compassionate.
- Writer
