Her Suspected Billionaire

Chapter 32

Alice had just dumped her carton in the back seat of her car when her phone beeped. She got it out from the pocket of her joggers and opened it. What she read left her in a state of shock for a few minutes.

FIRED FROM YOUR JOB? SEEMS LIKE YOU’RE GONNA LOSE MORE THAN YOUR JOB TODAY.

A picture followed the message. It was a picture of a figure lying on the floor in front of what looked like the vent of an air conditioner. After reading the message for what seemed like an eternity to her, Alice zoomed in on the picture the person had sent. She couldn’t make out the face but it looked like it was a male.

​Immediately, she dialled Steven’s number. It rang four times and then went straight to voicemail. She tried again and he still did not pick. At this point, she was hyperventilating and looking around her frantically. She was about to try Steven’s number again when her phone beeped again, indicating she had another message.

YOU COULD SAVE HIM. HE’S ON THE ROOFTOP OF STERLING. FIGURED YOU COULD LOSE YOUR JOB AND YOUR FRIEND FROM THE SAME BUILDING. A NICE LITTLE MEMORIAL SITE FOR YOU.

​Still shaking, she tried to dial Sheila. The stalker was here. Edy649 or Clinton Clark, or even both of them, had finally showed up and on the day when her body camera and microphone had stopped working. Sheila was not picking up her calls either and Alice felt like throwing her phone against her car. Why was no one picking up? She scrolled through her contact list trying to find Derrick’s number before realizing she didn’t have it. She didn’t even remember she had never gotten it from him because of how panicked she was right now.

​She thought of running down the block quickly to First Bite to get Sheila. But what if the person she saw in the picture was Steven? He was in danger and what good would bringing Sheila here do for both of them now? She thought of going to get Evan but she decided not to as soon as she thought about it. He could shove a toilet brush up his ass for all she cared. The day she’d met him at the park at Winterhill and they had talked about their lives and what they enjoyed doing, she’d thought he was a cool guy. Even when they’d had lunch at First Bite. But now she knew he was only cool outside his office. And now that this was happening in his company’s building, she knew for a fact that he was more likely to sue her for leading a stalker to harm someone on his property, than he was to help her. The security guards on evening shift had closed already and she knew that the person who was supposed to be on night shift today had not arrived yet. He was a perpetual late comer.

​After trying Sheila’s number again with still no answer, she settled for a text message and ran back into the building. She pressed the elevator buttons but none seemed to swing the doors open and that’s when she looked up and saw OUT OF SERVICE in bright red neon letters on the top of the elevator door. She had just used this to come downstairs. What was happening? There was no time to wait for it to work. She headed for the stairs and ran up it as quickly as she could to the rooftop of the building.

​Panting profusely, with sweat dripping down her chin, Alice turned the door handle that led to the rooftop. But it refused to open. Instinctively, she threw her body against it with so much force that she fell face flat on the ground when the door swung open.

“You made it just in time, dear Alice,” a voice said, with a deep chuckle. Alice could recognise that voice even in her sleep. She got up from the floor and touched her face where she felt a stinging pain. When she looked at her fingers, she saw she had hurt herself when she fell. She had some bruises on her chin and cheek.

“We meet again, Clinton Clark,” she said, trying not to let her fear show in her voice.

​Clinton walked over to her from out of the shadows where he stood hidden away from the large floodlight that hung at am area of the rooftop where there were no air-conditioning vents. He was dressed in an all black ensemble as well and Alice could not even see his face properly until he took off his hoodie. He looked like he had been living a pretty rough life since the last time she saw him. He had developed a lot of wrinkles of his forehead and his once robust cheeks were sagging. Alice didn’t know it but he had lost his job weeks ago.

“What is it you want from me, Clark?”

“Oh, just everything you took from me, honey. Nothing much,” he replied her smiling wickedly.

“I took nothing from you.”

“That’s what you think, but you see, whether you agree or not, the truth of the matter remains that I made you. The time you spent in Kings’ Group working as my personal assistant, can you say you did not gain any knowledge from me during that period? And then...” he began and continued walking closer to her.

“Don’t f*****g come close to me, you pervert,” Alice yelled, shifting backwards towards the door that had closed behind her.

“Please, don’t be scared of me, Alice. The time to fear has not come yet,” Clinton said in a whisper and then laughed loudly.

“I just wanted us to be close. To feel you and let you feel me. Your soft breasts. Your lovely ass and your tiny pink Barbie lingerie. You little pretty angel. I didn’t know you were a viper.”

“You creep,” Alice said in shock as it dawned on her that Clinton had not started stalking her when she left Kings’ Group, but while she was there.

​The figure lying on the floor seemed to move and Alice tried to run over to him. Clinton caught her and threw her against the door. Her back hit the door hard and she fell to the ground weakly. Her head was throbbing wildly and Alice thought she would die now.

“If you’re going to act all tough, Alice, you’re gonna get hurt,” he warned, squatting beside her, as she lay on the floor panting. He ran a finger down her cheek and traced her lips.

“I don’t want to hurt you, princess. Maybe after feeling you I would, but for now, be good to daddy,” he whispered still tracing her lips. Alice opened her mouth to bite his finger but he took it away just in time and laughed at her.

“I do love my girls feisty,” he informed her while still laughing. Alice coughed loudly and tried to sit up. She had to get out of here. She was no match for Clinton Clark and she couldn’t help Steven in the state she was in. At this point, she wished she had just called Evan to come with her to the rooftop. Yes, Evan. He was still in his office.

​Clinton had walked away from her over to a duffel bag that lay behind the person lying on the ground. He had his back to Alice and she used the opportunity to fish out her phone from her pocket. She found Evan’s number and dialled it quickly. He didn’t pick and just as Clinton turned, Alice knew he had seen her with the phone. She hurriedly typed a text to Evan as Clinton walked over to her quickly.

HELP. ROOFTOP.

​She had only just tapped on the ‘Send’ icon when Clinton dragged the phone from her hand and smashed it against the wall with so much force that she flinched. Alice watched as her phone slid to the ground in pieces. She closed her eyes shut to prevent the tears that were gathering from falling and hoped with everything in her that Evan had seen the message.