Sunday Evening’s Debauchery

Chapter Thirteen

Catrin

As we pull into StoneyRidge we are, once again, greeted by the rude receptionist on the intercom.

I quietly let out a soft sigh as we drove through the gates. I feel like I am in high school all over again. I have no idea as to why she is so rude to us. Did I do something or say something that would offend her? I keep trying to recall the past encounters with her and I don't remember saying anything or doing anything to her that would warrant such nasty behavior. So why is she like this to me?

"What’s on your mind, Cat? You’ve gone quiet." Emma ask me. Why is she so good at reading me? So many unanswered questions today.

"Oh nothing." I tell her. "Just thinking about stuff.” I mumble as I continue to look out the window.

"Well, I hope you're not wasting your energy thinking about that b***h. She is definitely not worth it." She says as she gives me a soft smile.

"I just don't understand why she has to be so mean. Like, what did we do to her?" I ask while rolling my eyes.

"Look, Cat. Some people who seem to have their s**t together and have a perfect life really don't. So, to make themselves feel better, about their shitty life, they feel they need to put other people down." She says as she pulls up in front of StoneyRidge. I feel a bit sad, knowing this stems from how her parents treated her before she cut them out of her life.

"In my honest opinion, if you were to scratch the surface of her fake smile, over the top perfume, bad hair extensions, the list can go on mind you, you would see that underneath all the glamour she is just huge piece of dog shit." She states as a matter of fact as she shuts off the van.

I couldn't help but smile and laugh a little. Emma is right, and deep down I kind of already knew that, but it is nice to be reminded sometimes.

We get out of the van and go to the back to start gathering all the stuff we need. We managed to grab everything and start to walk in.

"Look, Cat. Don't let her get to you. I mean it. She doesn't pay your bills, so her opinion should mean absolutely nothing to you." Emma tells me just before we enter.

She is right. I have been looking forward to this day all week. I am looking forward to seeing Mr. Muller again, and I do not want this day to be ruined by a woman who feels she needs to put me down to make herself feel a little bit taller.

I make a promise to myself that I will not let her get to me today. No matter what!

We walk straight towards her then turn right down the corridor to the ballroom. I didn't look at or even try to make eye contact with her. I could see in the corner of my eye her looking at us with a sour look on her face.

I look at Emma and she has her head held high and I see that she is making eye contact the entire time we are walking towards her. Almost daring her to say or do something. Only really breaking eye contact with her when we pass her, and she is now behind us. I smile at this.

My best friend is such a boss as b***h, and I love it.

We enter the ballroom and go straight upstairs to start there and to work our way down. It is going to be a long day, so we waste no time starting.

Mr. Muller

I wrap up my meeting I have with my client, Jordan Wells. I have seen him a couple times prior. His business is struggling, and he came to me for advice a few months ago.

I immediately did not like this man. He came off as arrogant, manipulating, cocky, and downright dangerous. I, however, put my feelings aside, and treated him as I would any other client.

After our first meeting, I crunched the numbers and all relative factors, and the data showed that his business was going to die.

I schedule our second meeting to tell him what is predicted to happen to his business. I told him upfront, and straight to the fact, that his business is going to fail. Saying he was pissed off would be an understatement. What I told him was not what he wanted to hear, and I got the feeling that this man didn’t often have people tell him anything that would go against him and his wishes.

After showing him the data and explaining what everything meant he left my office. He slammed my office door as he walked out, and I could hear him yelling at his personal assistant.

When he called to make the current appointment, I assumed it was to get advice and guidance to break down his business. I almost told him no. That he would have to ask for services elsewhere.

So, when he arrived and asked for a possible plan that might give him one last chance to save his business, I was quite surprised. I don't like beating around the bush, and I told him that I highly doubt he will be able save his business even with a strategic plan. That his business isn’t with modern times, and, on top of that, the immediate and surrounding area’s demands are not high enough to save it or keep it afloat. That there is no point in wasting my time, his own time, and money on trying to save a business that cannot be saved.

I offered to go through the data that my staff and I had collected about his business again to clear up any misunderstanding that he might have, but instead he stood up and started walking towards the door. Much calmer than he did in the last meeting.

"It would be a shame if someone took away something you care about. Like how you are doing to me.” He mumbles under his breath, but loud and clear enough for me to hear him.

“Are you threatening me, Mr. Wells?” I ask him with a stern voice as I stare him down and stand from sitting at my desk.

“Of course not.” He states, and leaves without saying another word.

I let out a deep breath. This is not the first cowboy that I have had to deal with in my line of work, but this is the first time I have got a bad feeling about someone.

Many people who come to me have been wealthy their entire life and born with a silver spoon in their mouth. They think they know best, and their way is the only way. Obviously, it's not or they wouldn't have needed my services.

There has only been a handful of times that businessmen have come to be with a thriving business, and that was to fully break down their business or sell it off for the best profit.

I roll my neck and shoulders to try to get the tension out. I start to think about tonight and what it will bring, and I smile. I am already in a better mood.

I look at the clock and it 14:30. Catrin and the others are more than likely done cleaning at this point or have left already. I was hoping to see her again before the party.

I grabbed my keys and head to my car to begin the drive back home in hopes that I would get to StoneyRidge in time to see her before she leaves. If she has not already. I can't help but think of her and last Sunday, like I have done so many times this week. I think of what tonight will bring, and how warm and tight she felt. How I can’t wait to be inside her once more. I feel my member start to chub.

About a mile from StoneRidge I see Mary's Maids Cleaning Services van driving towards me. I briefly see Catrin and Emma talking and laughing as our vehicles pass one another.

I wish I knew what it was about. I was hoping to run into them to confirm if they would be attending tonight. The tension of not knowing is annoying me, but I hope that the fun she had last Sunday will be enough to bring her back for more. To bring her back for more of me.