THE BILLIONAIRE HEIR AND HIS THERAPIST

Chapter 3; Mission Impossible

Pamela's Point Of View

He was speaking to me, yet I wasn't paying attention. I tried to convince myself that he wasn't referring to me.

But the moment he mentioned Ammah's school of business administration, I had no choice but to pay attention.

That's where I work. It's so shocking meeting him for the first time, yet he knows a lot about me.

“Please say something. Don't keep me silent, please,” he begged.

It breaks my heart to see tears gushing down from his eyes. I always know men to be very courageous. I can't recall the last time I witnessed a man in so many tears before.

The last man who broke my heart with his tears was my late father. The night he was arrested for a crime he never committed.

He died in detention. I wasn't able to get justice after his death. However, I vow to always visit the inmates with so many gifts and cash every month because they remind me so much of my late father.

“What do you want me to say?

I'm lost,” I answered.

While I responded to him, I tried so hard to recall his face. Unfortunately, it wasn't working.

“I need to leave now,” I say to him. As I was about to leave, he cried and called for my return.

I halted. For every minute I want to avoid him, he keeps drawing my attention with his tears.

Slowly, I returned to him. “What do you want me to do now?”

I wasn't sure what I was doing. Perhaps this is what my father could have wanted me to do.

If he had anyone who stood up for his innocence, he wouldn't have died in detention.

"I need you to please help me speak to my father. Please beg him to come bail me out,” he said.

Finally, the thought flickered to my mind, forcing me to stop him from speaking: “I know you now."

I stopped him with an upraised arm. Scenes from the past are gradually crawling to my head again.

I remember everything about Douglas. I recall the fight that happened in the class.

Truly, he was trying to defend himself. Unfortunately, the parents of the victims are threatening to press charges against Douglas.

“I will try my best to help you.” I assured him, even though I didn't want to make it seem like an assurance.

I haven't met his father before. What if he kicks me out of the office before I'm done stating the purpose of my visit?

“Type in your father's office address." I passed my phone to Douglas.

I wasn't sure what I was doing. I just wanted to make a change. Until I got to my car, I couldn't stop thinking about Douglas.

I thought of his traumatic experience in the cell. Seeing the cold-blooded inmates, I'm pretty sure they can't wait to feast on Douglas skin like prey.

After a twenty-minute drive, I finally arrived at the Frontline Gold Mine from the address I got from Douglas.

I had no idea his father was so wealthy. This explains the irrational behavior from Douglas.

“Hi, there,” I greeted the secretary as I arrived at the reception and stated my purpose for visiting.

Upon hearing Douglas' name, the secretary frowned. I don't need anyone to tell me that Douglas must have stepped on her toes too.

“Hold on a sec while I call the CEO,” she says to me.

While she was on the phone with Douglas' father, she didn't take her eyes off me.

She must be thinking I'm Douglas's lover. Despite not saying it, the expression is boldly crested on her forehead.

“You can go in."

She called my attention.

I was shocked that I was allowed to see Douglas' father. From the way she was staring at me, I could have sworn that I was going to get kicked out of the company like a thief.

Without hesitation, I gestured straight to the CEO's office as described by the secretary.

For minutes, I stood in front of the door struggling with my confidence. I haven't done this before.

For every second I waste at the door, a part of me departs, making me feel empty.

"You might as well leave if you don't wish to enter,” a voice spoke from inside.

I can tell it was Douglas's father. But how on earth did he see me?

With the last strength left inside of me, I walked inside the office only to meet him standing and facing the wall.

My mystery keeps getting worse. If he was facing the wall, then how on earth did he see me from outside?

“Good morning, sir,”

I stuttered.

I wasn't done introducing myself when he drifted in my direction. “You're Pamela, the counselor in training from Ammah's School of Business Administration, right?”

At that point, my heart stopped beating. I only just met him, and he knows my history already.

“You were sent by Douglas to plead with me to get him out of the cell, right?” He asked me again.

At this point, I'm convinced that I'm being followed. How on earth do I explain this?

"Yes, sir,'

I confessed.

There was no point in playing hide-and-seek. He offered me a seat, but I was obstinate.

I was curious to know how he obtained so much information about me.

“I have eyes stationed around the cell,” he revealed.

I had my curiosity satisfied, but not enough to take the fear away from my soul.

I am short of words to explain his kind of personality. He looks innocent and dangerous and smart at the same time.

“I'll grant your request, but on one condition,” he says.

He's miles ahead of me.

He knows my thoughts even before I attempt them.

At the mention of the condition, I frowned. I should have known I was walking into the lion's den. Douglas lied to me.

I should have prepared my mind ahead of this if I knew his father would be this difficult to speak with.