Boss's Right-Hand Lover

Chapter Twenty-five

"Sorry, the number you are calling is unavailable. Please try again later. Thank you," I stared at my phone. I sighed, dropped it, and placed my hands on my face.

"Focus Eva. You've got a job to do," I said to myself, staring at the house in front of me. I got out of my car and walked to the front door. I glanced at my surroundings and picked the lock, scoffing when I was able to get it open.

"Too easy," I said, stepping into the house and quietly shutting the door behind me. Walking into the living room, I was surprised to see a brown-skinned lady pointing a gun at me.

"Who are you?" I lifted my hands in surrender.

"Calm down," She became alarmed.

"Who are you? What do you want?" I took a step towards her.

"Don't come any closer. I have a gun and I'm not afraid to use it," I observed her behavior and smirked.

"You sure? You look like you don't know how to, " I said and sat on one of her couches.

"I didn't tell you to sit there. How bout you get up and tell me what you want," She said, keeping a firm grip on the gun.

"Ella, I'm not here to hurt you, " Her face turned pale.

"How the heck do you know my name?" She accused. I grinned at her.

"Girl, I know all about you. You're from Colorado and recently moved to Manhattan. You don't have anyone here, except for your twelve-year-old son you moved with. And you recently got hired to be a journalist at WJ News Station. You start work today, correct?" I asked, cheekily. Ella looked dumbfounded. She glared at me maintaining her stance as she held the gun.

"What do you want? Tell me before I shoot you and call the cops," She yelled. I laughed lightly, before delivering her a cold glare.

"Listen, Ella. Where I come from, we value one another as family. So any word that I'm dead equals your funeral. Not just you, but your little boy and every other person you hold so dear," I threatened. She glared at me, her shoulders sagging.

"Either we do this the hard way or the easy way. That is, either you sit your butt down and hear me out without shooting me or calling the cops or I take what I want by force and take out you and your loved ones when I'm done," She lowered the gun and slowly sat down.

"What do you want?" She asked for the umpteenth time since I got here.

"A friend of mine was killed recently and I have leads on who caused her death. Now, I was able to get information that you are the only female in Colorado at the moment, who applied for a job at WJ. I also was informed that it was an online interview and the only one who saw your face was the guy who interviewed you. Correct?"

"Yes,"

"Good. I need to borrow your identity. You do not need to worry, cuz after today you won't be hearing from me ever again. And your son and you will be out of harm's way," I guaranteed. She looked anxious.

"But what do you need my identity for?"

"As I said earlier, I need leads, and WJ's one of them. So give me your ID and don't even about dialing the police. I doubt they'll be of help," I smiled charmingly. She looked hesitant and got up.

"Follow me,"

"Ah, ah, ah. I'm not an idiot. Drop the gun," She dropped the gun on the table and I followed upstairs and into her bedroom. She gave me her ID and I turned to leave. She stopped me, glaring at me.