Zephyr's Promise

11

 It is just past midnight, my sock clad feet tiptoe through the pristine penthouse.

Earlier I was completely overloaded with the information Atlas threw at me. If nothing else he is a blunt man who withholds absolutely nothing. At first I was stunned at Cristiano and his goons invading my home. Up until now I have only considered the people around him to be dangerous, the truth of the matter is that he is a danger also.

Sitting my laptop on the kitchen counter, I pull out a stool and climb into it.

Atlas has me creating a portfolio on Augustus Czar, the second person on my "take revenge" list. Unlike Cristiano, Augustus actually has the brains to pull off whatever plot the two have schemed. Uncertain of what the possibility of them succeeding would mean for myself had me tossing and turning.

In the bed I found zero comfort on the thousand threaded sheets. No matter how many times my eyes shut, the peace that comes from a soft drift away from reality never came. Instead I saw Cristiano. Vividly I pictured him busting into my home surrounded by a group of men ravenous for destruction. Each time the image repeatedly came to my mind, my anger heightened.

How dare he?

Was it not enough that he had used me? My humiliation and embarrassment are hardly a worthless casualty. Did he think nothing of what him having a wife meant, not only for himself but my reputation?

Knowing that Atlas and Axel know of my unintentional indiscretions boils me. It is shameful to have been the other woman, to have hurt another woman. Especially now that I know her better. For that alone I want him to suffer.

Before this is all over, you will get exactly what you are ordered.

Atlas promised me that. As much as I do not like it, I do trust him. Resisting this weird budding understanding-dare I say relationship- between has proven vain. A resultless task that has produced nothing but more frustration for me. He is the last person I would have chosen to strike some sort of deal with. Funny circumstances such as this one champions unlikely partnerships. As of now there are skills, tasks, and information we both have that can help one another.

Twisting around I find a comfortable position. After it became glaringly obvious that I would be getting no sleep in my bedroom I grabbed the laptop with a thousand and one security measures that was given to me. With it and a stiff notebook I tried to collect information on Augustus Czar.

Sitting in the bed hadn't worked because my brain was stuck in limbo between trying to rest and concocting a plan on blowing up Cristiano's car. The desk and leather chair set up underneath the mounted flat screen was too stiff. My last viable option was the kitchen, which is how I have found myself with a cup of tea this late.

Augusts Czar. A man made of scum. One would have to be in order to create deals with Cristiano. Once again, I can not believe I dated him. Fell for his matching pretty eyes and words. Once again I feel the shame seeping through my pores, while simultaneously influencing me.

This is what I needed to remember in order to push myself to make it through this endeavor. I could do what Atlas told me to. Shove down the feelings that are holding me back, making me sensitive. Instead I can focus and rely on the ones that propel me forward.

My fingers fly across the keypad. At five a.m. my brain has finally worked enough that I can drift into peace. Only I am not completely ready too, the shame and embarrassment has gone and in its place is the feeling of pure badassery. I will get what I want and deserve, all I need to do is power forward.

Pushing the laptop over, I promise myself I will continue my witch hunt after a nap. At the very least I earned a thirty minute nap. I won't even leave the kitchen.