His Wet Nurse

The Threats (29)

"You've been drinking all day!" A look of terror on his wrinkled face at the mess before him. He held open the door to her room and watched her struggle out of her bed, her platinum curls unkept. He growled and walked over to the windows pulling the curtains aside.

"Have you gone mad, Gina? You missed going to the office today, why?" George Hobart couldn't understand why his daughter was acting up. No matter how much she drank a night before it never interfered with her job as a journalist, it was the next thing she loved after Theodore.
Speaking of Theodore, George felt a twinge of spleen at the notion of Theo being the reason why Regina was self sabotaging.

There was no other way he could've gone about it, he needed her maximum attention and the earlier she snapped out of it the better for both of them.  "Is this about Theodore?"

Regina stood before the long mirror, her hands to her face mumbling words into her clasped palms. She brushed her hair behind and turned to look at him with bloodshot eyes.

"Jesus Christ! How much did you drink? Why are you throwing your life away? Is it because if that man who has turned his back on us?" George cried.

"Go away,"

"Get it together Gina, I warned you about him in the past, Theodore is a savage and takes no prisoners. He's made his intentions clear to us that his loyalty lies only with himself but we can't give up. I had a meeting with the colonel and he has promised to help us. You know he's a member of the ruling party, he can sneak me in, get me rolling with the big team soon enough," he clapped his hands together for emphasis. "But like every good thing, a price has to be paid."

"What price?" Her shoulders fell when she saw the familiar look on his face. "Oh no, you're not shitting me Daddy. I'm not doing that, we—" she paused to raise a finger. "—Are not selling Theo to that man, he's not what he seems Daddy."

George moved closer to stand before her. "And neither is Theodore! We have to make a choice soon enough. I've been getting threats, series of vague threats from a foreign number with nothing but the abbreviation SAN," he shut his eyes for a moment before pulling them open to stare right at a fuming Regina. "I don't know what it signifies or who it's from but they seem to have something incriminating about me. But the thing is... I don't know what they want or who they are or which one of my enemies is trying to get at me—"

"Dad," she called in between.

"—You see, I'm at the verge of being exposed. What if the FBI or the state police soon open a file against me, Gina? What if tomorrow whatever this—this person has against me comes to light and is spread all over the news what will I do? How will I get out of it?"

"Daddy stop!" She finally got his attention and managed to stop his ramblings. "I've had it up to here with your rambling, my head's about to split from so much talking!" She seethed before walking into her closet and away from a stupefied George.

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Insecurities, anxiety, uncertain, unsafe, they were all the same feeling. A moment, you're so sure you're the air they breath, then the next minute... it's like do you even exist? Do you even matter to them? It's ugly, quite ugly to fall from cloud nine because there's no actual way to explain that. Regina didn't bother to return the fake smiles thrown at her as she stepped into the foyer of the restaurant Jose had texted her he was at.

She wasn't in the mood for hangouts or public appearances but if what Jose had to say to her involved Theodore in someway then she'd gladly sit through an agonizing day with him. She desperately needed to know that her previous encounter with Theo wasn't the end.

In a bid to quash her insecurities, Regina had opted to dress in the most provocative manner possible. The red dress had slits by the sides, a V ran from her neck down to her belly, exposing what's left of her B cups. Her clean shaved legs trudged seductively one after the other as she stepped into the calm room, without minding the ogling eyes, she searched for Jose and found him perched at the bar looking dejected.