Chapter 4 – Killing Someone With Irritation
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“Get the hell outta here!” Bailey glowered at the maid, setting the breakfast on the coffee table.
As if the maid didn’t hear her, she continued to pour the steaming coffee into a delicate porcelain cup and handed it to Brianna, who slowly propped herself up against the plush pillow and sat on the bed. Only then did the maid leave the bedroom, causing Bailey to get more irritated with her sister.
Bailey felt like exploding in annoyance, opening her mouth to rant at her sister, but the sound from another part of the room stopped her. Her lips curved into a sneer, narrowing her eyes at the woman who had just come out of the walk-in closet.
“Bria -” Elaine halted abruptly, lowering the two dresses in her hands, which she wanted to show Brianna. “Umm… I’ll return later,” she murmured, placing the clothes on the couch and closing the door when she exited the bedroom.
“How old are you?” Bailey asked, gritting her teeth.
“Umm…”
Brianna glanced at the ceiling, pretending to count, and then she shook her head and smiled coyly at the woman who seemed ready to rip her apart.
“How old are you?” Brianna lifted a brow, returning the question as she sipped her coffee. When her twin sister snarled, she chuckled and placed the cup on the side table. “Geez! Relax, Bailey. What happened to your superior intelligence? Did the party last night make you mentally slow? Do you really have to ask how old I am?”
Bailey folded her arms, pursing her lips as she weighed the words in her mind. “What are you still doing here?”
“Should I be somewhere?” Brianna asked, getting off the bed and walking to the couch.
Her sister seldom came to her bedroom unless she was to rant at her. Instead of asking again, she picked up the dresses, choosing between the floral halter summer dress and a strapless black mini dress.
“You’re supposed to be at work!” Bailey growled, reminding her.
“Oh!” Brianna puckered her lips, turning around. “I heard Mr. Scott’s at the party last night. Didn’t he tell you he fired me?”
“He did!” Bailey narrowed her eyes at her twin sister, hating her for being so carefree. “Dad already talked to him, so dear sister, whether you like it or not, you’re going to work today.”
“Ugh! You sound like you’re asking me to go to school.” Brianna rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you just kill me, drag my dead body, and bury me somewhere? I promise I won’t get revenge on you. But I’m not returning to that arrogant…” She narrowed her eyes. “Monster!”
“You don’t have a choice,” Bailey murmured, eyeing the Boeing aircraft model on the side table. “It’s true then,” she concluded.
“True what?” Brianna blinked curiously.
“You’re having an affair with Peter Ortega,” she said, lifting the diecast plane.
“Hey! Be careful with that. That’s my favorite toy.” Brianna carefully snatched the small plane from her sister. “Peter, who?” she asked, pouting as she checked it as if her sister had damaged it when she held it. “You don’t want me touching your stuff, so don’t touch anything of mine. This’s a gift.”
She knew who Peter Ortega was, and the CEO of the global aerospace company was linked to her after they were seen together at a party last year. Since then, she has been the netizens’ favorite reason for causing the divorce of Peter and Zena.
Bailey hissed in annoyance, watching her sister placing the diecast plane back on the side table. “You really have no shame! The man’s married.”
“Divorced,” she corrected her twin sister, her brows furrowing as she sat on the edge of her bed. “So, are you some sort of my follower now?”
“Pfft!” Bailey rolled her eyes. “As if I care about your love life, but you keep giving Mom and Dad a headache. Why do you have to be such a pain in the ass? And FYI, I don’t care about you at all.”
Brianna stood up, nodding as she folded her arms. “I know.” She walked closer to her sister, leaning her head forward and curling her lips as she tilted her head and met her eyes. “Then, why are you here? I did what you asked me yesterday. Not showing up at the banquet. Did I do something wrong again?” she asked, obviously annoying her sister more.
Bailey scoffed, frowning at her. “You’ve never done anything right, Brianna.”
“So, why are you here then?” Brianna turned her back on her, returning to the couch and picking up the two dresses. Her lips curled as she looked from one dress to another. “I’m sure you’re not here just to encourage me to return there. Mr. Scott doesn’t want me back. I’m sure of that.”
“I’m here to offer you a deal,” Bailey muttered and paused, waiting for her sister to turn around.
Brianna glanced over her shoulder, her lips curving into a grin. “Go on. I’m listening.”
“I know what you want, Brianna. You only wanted the money,” Bailey said sharply.
Her sister’s arrogant voice cut through her heart like a knife. She wasn’t in the mood to correct her, so she returned her eyes to the black dress.
“Yeah,” Brianna murmured. “Are you here to give me money? I’m thinking of going to the Caribbean.”
“You’re an eyesore already. Every time I open the newspaper or the Internet, I see your face. So, lie low for a while. Work in that company for three months. If you do that, I’ll encourage Dad to give you your share of the inheritance. You can go wherever you want to go. You can do whatever you want to do.”
“Tempting,” she murmured, faking a smile as she faced Bailey.
Her sister definitely knew how to crush her. It wasn’t what she wanted, but if it were the only way to escape the shadow of her father and sister, she would gladly accept the offer.
“Three months. Just. Three. Months,” Baily emphasized each word as if to lodge them in her sister’s mind and heart.
Brianna curled her lips. “That sounds like a lifetime,” she muttered sadly, but changed her mood immediately, showing a cheery smile and tossing the black dress. “Okay!”
Bailey let out a sigh. “I’m not joking, Brianna.”
“Who says I’m joking?” Brianna asked, picking up the backless, halter floral. She glanced at her twin sister. “Good luck with convincing Dad. Now, would you mind?” When her sister didn’t move, she rolled her eyes. “The rank-and-file job awaits. So, shoo!” She raised her hands, gracefully waving her fingers backward.
Getting the subtle yet clear signal, Bailey walked toward the door. She was about to leave but turned around and faced her sister again.
“D’you really need to have three nannies? Geez, Brianna, you’re not a child anymore,” Bailey muttered in annoyance.
Brianna lifted a brow, sighing deeply as she glanced at the ceiling and returned her gaze to her.
“You tell me to lie low. Shouldn’t that be enough? They have nothing to do with you. And…” she curled her lips. “I only have one nanny. Just Ida.”
“Mona? Elaine?” Her eyes widened, and she hissed in annoyance as she mentioned the two names.
Brianna’s lips curved into a sarcastic smile. “Elaine’s my assistant, and Mona’s my... personal cook. You know I have a special diet. So, they’re -”
“I don’t care if they help you breathe. Get rid of them!” Bailey cursed inwardly, opening the door and banging it as she exited the bedroom.
Brianna chuckled, shaking her head. Elaine was more than an assistant to her. She was a friend and a sister. Unlike their other housekeepers, poverty forced Elaine to work at thirteen. Hungry to learn, she volunteered Ida to help Brianna do her homework in exchange for books.
When she graduated from high school, she told Ida to send Elaine to school to finish her elementary. Then, high school. Her assistant is now in her last year in college.
“Should I get another nanny?” Brianna asked when Elaine entered the bedroom again.
Elaine chuckled, taking the floral dress from her. “I’m not sure Bailey will be happy about it. Umm… Peter called and asked about -”
Brianna shook her head immediately and entered her walk-in closet.
“Nah. Tell him I’m busy,” she said, glancing over her shoulder before picking up the stiletto shoes to match her short dress.
“Busy?” Elaine furrowed her brows, glancing at her smartphone to check her schedule.
“I have work,” she reminded her, handing the shoes to her. “Mr. Scott seemed to change his mind. Ah! Nope.” She shook her head. “Dad made him change his mind.”
“You’re going to work…” She lifted the floral dress and raised her brows as she asked. “In this?”
“Yep!” Brianna winked at her and said, “I’m gonna kill someone in irritation today.”
- Writer
