Prisoner Of My Billionaire Love.

CHAPTER FOUR: THE CHASE AND THE HUMILIATION. AMELIA. I fled for my life, running as if my life depended on it because it does. Down the street, I saw Chelsea at a glance. Ouchhhhh! Oh! no no no no. She is not gonna stop me at least not this time. NO! I had to make a run for it, I must hide as quick as possible to be able to manoeuvre my way through the street. I seriously needed to make a detour just to see if I can prolong my race of life. Yes because the last thing I need is glitches of any kind. And as a matter of fact, Chelsea is just fitted in that category right about now. Leaving that house seem to be the best option for me right now because come to brood on it. I can't possibly have a life if I stayed back. Ara Lyon is bent on wrecking the remaining pieces of my life and I won't give her that satisfaction of ruining me. Not anymore, she has done enough havoc already. I can't allow her to wreck me entirely. Imagine going behind my back with her tarnishing tongue, all in the name of trying to secure a position for her precious daughter Aurora. How she managed to get through to my department and straight to my boss c*m editor still baffles me. This b***h of a woman nearly put me out of job. Blatantly and falsely accused me of sleeping with her husband together with other unthinkable accusations, which includes sleeping around. And whoring around for favours. That I slept with her brother, Chelsea's boyfriend, our Dean of studies back in the ‘Uni’, to scale my way through school. And to top it all, she accused me of giving blow jobs for tips. Her level of accusations is excruciatingly touching. That I Amelia swallow d***s for tips WOW! sounded incredulously appalling. Well the list is endless.I marvelled at her faceless accusations which somehow sounds hilarious now unlike back when I first heard them, they weren't in anyway near funny then. But thanks to my amiable boss and editor, Mr. Joey Filch who saw through her mischievous shameless desperation. She ended up destroying her own image. Amazingly Mr.Filch stood up for me instead, his reply to her fallacious blabbing still makes my day, all day, every day. On quote he said, “If that said daughter of yours is so responsible as you claim, you wouldn't be here seeking for a position for her”. As if that wasn't enough, he continued, “Can't you see?” “You failed as a mother”. “You should be ashamed of yourself”. She was frozen into place. Like a docile lamb, no longer a tornado. To make matters worse, Silvia my boss's girlfriend now fiancee flew in that day. And gave Ara Lyon her own piece of cake. According to Silvia she locked eyes with her while digging her hole for her. “I must applaud you Mrs. Lyon for your effrontery, it's indeed the effrontery for me”. “Barging into this office space just to tarnish a teenager, who you apparently saw as a competition. “Is a serious call for help, nice try loser”. “You have my standing ovation, as she chided in continuation, “stooping so low to this degenerated level is not only delusional but pathetic as well”. “You are a menace to the feminine gender, your type of species is as worthless as whatever they represent”. “I seriously pity your husband ma'am”. “Now take your charade elsewhere this is not some kiddies rendezvous but a corporate environment where professional job ethics are rendered”. “Take a walk”, bounce!” And Ara Lyon shamefully left the office, hence Silvia narrated the event to me when I came back from a commentary job, when I and a colleague Jack went to cover an road accident scene. Thus the reason I wasn't on seat when she came tarnishing. On hearing what transpired between the trio, Mr.Filch, Miss.Silvia and Ara Lyon, I couldn't contain my laughter, I nearly wet my panties while I was laughing my arse out. Especially the part where the couple helped her wash her sordid linen in the public. Indeed she will never forget that event in a jiffy. ******** But even as I was about to swap into the other street, I noticed that Chelsea has finally spotted me and was right on my track not too far away on the busy streets. I shrank and sighed to be halted by her. I made sure to avoid staring in her direction as I lifted my face headlong and increased my pace…. But surprisingly, I heard her voice almost too close behind me, “Amelia!…. Amelia! It's me! Chelsea! “Please stop!... wait! Please!” “Ohhh! Chelsea, “I am so sorry, you will never understand why it had to be this way.” I muttered under my breath. While I kept on my pace without looking back, Pangs of both guilt and pity flushed through me. I gradually drifted into my own thoughts, more like nostalgia but…No! I refuse to be homesick, there's nothing good about the so-called home. Yet I couldn't fight the thought of leaving my best friend and sister behind. Chelsea has always been my rock, she is always protective of me. Chelsea, who appeared to be the best, outweighs her sister Aurora in virtually everything. While she represents the ‘kind and magnanimous’ nature of her father, Aurora took after her mom's hostility, manipulation and deception. Thus they are the two opposite sides of a coin. Just like Uncle Remy, Chelsea has a large and generous heart. Always reaching out and caring for others. As I was taken aback, I tried holding onto my emotions while my heart reached out to her. I really loved her as my own, even as she loved and accepted me first, Chelsea is ever ready to lend a helping hand at any given time. She has always being like a sister I never had and even played the role of both parents to me. Chelsea is indeed one in a million, her “persona” is one of a kind, a rare gem to say the least. All of a sudden, I started missing her and my body system immediately responded to that yearning for her. It felt so bad that I had to leave a sister I sincerely bonded with behind. Yet it still felt equally good to finally run from too much toxicity that filled the air around me. Approaching gradually to the office, a skyrocketed building of twenty-four floors, adorned with beautiful assorted flowers. With well-arranged pinnacles of other lower buildings. Well crafted and painted. The bustling life of the city filled the environment, as the news studio brewed with routine activities of editors screaming on top of their voices, phones buzzing non stop in loud sounds while coffee pot with teacups chimes. I was so knocked off and carried away, that I entirely forgot how unkempt I looked from the stunt I pulled to get away from the coven I called home. Snapping back into consciousness, I gasped immediately as I noticed my new environment and heaving a sigh, I exhaled “Ouch!” Spuring into action, I quickly stepped inside one of the rest rooms awkwardly for a change into a proper outfit. Hence I needed to assume a formal state in a corporate environment. I was so fortunate that I was able to pull that as fast and as well as possible. Glancing through myself, I kinda liked what I saw. I ran my hand through my hair carefully tying it together to a perfect bun, applied a lip gloss with some light make-up. Then off I go… before I entered my office, I took a close surveillance of the entire apartment. With all the swamp of activities I was hardly spotted. I tiptoed into the room and sat on my desk, not wanting to make any sound or noise because I was already thirty minutes late. Hence I delved into the activities of the day, with rapid velocity, fumbling with the information right on my desk. However, I managed to keep myself highly engrossed to mask my conspicuous lateness. I wouldn't want to infuriate Mr. Filch; ‘my boss and editor’, though I have a nagging feeling that I might just be “crying over spilt milk” with that idea because who comes to work thirty minutes late on their first week of resumption? That's not really a good impression at all to say the least. All the same, I will have to wait for the worst. I anxiously grasped the file folder which I spotted on the desk as if it were a rescue device. Just about immediately, I rushed to my feet as I heard that one familiar voice of my editor Mr. Joe Filch. “Well.. well .. well…” who do we have here at last?” Miss Scott, “what a morning?” “I must say”. “And where do I start from exactly?” Is it with today's tardiness?” Or what?! I….I am so sorry boss, I began to say… when he immediately cut me off with a wave of his hand. “I do not have time for this now”. “It will come in handy much later”. “Right now we have an important assignment to focus on.” “I was somehow relieved though to some extent, but I still feel like a misfit”.