CHAPTER FOUR
1116 Words
Rivals and Robbery.
Heather’s POV
“What did he tell the police?”
Her voice was loose, she was about to cry. I could feel it even with her bland facial expressions.
“He told the police that we were practicing role play about s*x and everything was part of the act.”
“Oh my goodness! That is a very crazy thing to say.”
I took another long sip from the glass cup, the burn from the tea choking me up.
“Do you know what was worse? He told the police that I had a mental disorder, making me want crazy fetishes while we were having sex.”
A tear rolled down my cheeks and into my mouth.
“And the police believed him?”
“He is a billionaire. The police believe anything the rich tells them. They just termed it a distress call and left.”
“Oh my-“
“Yeah. He is a monster.”
“My mom hit the table, making me gasp and calling for my full attention.”
“Don’t say that. Your husband is not a monster.”
“Oh, he is a monster. Only a monster would force torture s*x upon his own wife.”
“Force? If I heard well, you literally said that you wanted to have s*x. Maybe he was just trying something different with you. You are both married now, and the floor is open to many ideas.”
“Mom, are you seriously covering up for him? Why didn’t he ask for my consent first?”
She stood up and sat on the couch next to me, sandwiching my hands and looking straight into my eyes.
“Heather, I would literally hold your hands when I say this. Marriage is not a bed of roses and for new couples like both of you, there is a need for thorough counseling.”
I looked away from her and sighed. My mom hated violence, and she was also a fan of giving benefit of doubts.
“Mom, please don’t talk this way. What other type of counseling are you talking about? We already did so much counseling even before we got married.”
“Then have patience with him. He would do better, I know he would.”
My mom was right.
He would change. He was probably going through hard times and transferring aggression.
“Yes, he would. People don’t just change overnight. This is a phase.”
“Now this is the forgiving spirit I am talking about. Suck it up baby. Your marriage is beautiful.”
“Buzzzzzzzz!!!!!”
My phone started vibrating and it was my boss.
“Mom, I am coming. I have to take this.”
I moved out of the dining section and to the veranda.
“Hello Mag, how are you doing?”
“Heather, you need to come down to the studio now, we have been robbed!”
“Robbed? How is that possible?”
The EPINEPHrine response kicked in, and I grabbed my purse and credit card, waving at my mom and dashing into the nearest cab.
“I don’t know! I came in here to do something and I found out that so many raw materials were missing. I am freaking out right now.”
She was already crying through the phone and it was making her voice sturdy.
“Hang in there, I am on my way to the studio, just hold on for me.”
I ended the call and directed the cab driver to the studio, forcing him to move as fast as possible.
“Thank you so much.”
I threw him his money and a little tip, dashed out of the cab and hurried into the office.
“Heather!”
Margetta ran at me and hugged me tightly, pulling me down to the rugged floor.
She laid down with me for minutes, sobbing softly and breathing deeply.
I patted her head and reassured her that everything would be fine.
“I am sorry about what happened. You need to stop crying, so we can figure out a solution.”
She sniffed, using the back of her hands to wipe my face, and she pulled away from me, rolling to the other side of the rug.
“This is Giovanni’s handwork.”
She sounded very certain that it was Giovanni, but I was not buying it.
“How do you know that she was the one? Can she be this petty?”
“She can be petty. She would destroy anything that comes in her way or in the way of her company. She probably did this to ruin my company or steal our secrets. She is trying to be manipulative.”
“Hmmm…”
I did not want to believe that Giovanni was involved in this. I might not be working for her, but I still saw her as my role model. She was very pretty, and she gave amazing hacks to young girls on makeup.
“I can bet a thousand dollars that she is behind this. She is trying to bring me down.”
I sighed and turned over, landing on my feet.
“Wait, remember we installed new hidden video cameras in the studio some months ago? They should still be running as of the time when the robbery occurred.”
“Omg! Heather! You are a genius.”
She jolted up, and we dashed to the security room.
“The camera automatically erases the videos after twenty-four hours, and we have at least six hours before the videos get wiped off from the memory.”
I reminded her, my energy was stronger because there was now a solution.
“Six hours is more than enough time. Call the police.”
“I don’t think we should involve the police yet, because that would bring so many paparazzi and we have a big reputation to keep.”
I rewound the videos, and we reduced the play time in an attempt to understand better.
“Take out your phone and take pictures, we will need them when we go to the police.”
“Noted.”
We stared in silence at the unmasked men, monitoring their moves and how they carefully snuck out our raw materials.
“Bastards!”
Margetta was yelling and cursing behind me.
I watched carefully because two of the men looked very familiar to me.
“Pause the video.”
“Why?”
“I recognize those men.”
“Really? From where?”
“I think they work for Steve’s personal assistant, Jayson.”
“ Is Steve involved in the robbery of the shop his wife works?”
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