Under Control (FreenBecky)

Chapter 3: Lapping

POV Becky

Having poured out all the accumulated emotions on her, I went out into the corridor, the anger gradually receded, each new step was calmer than the previous one, my ragged breathing was restored, at the same time my brain also began to clear up, yielding to common sense, and my legs carried me in the right direction - to the design department.

Father wasn't joking, I knew that much for sure; too many times had his threats been questioned by me or Heng, and each time he had steadfastly carried them out. Later I will definitely come up with something and find a way to get rid of This One, but for now we need to play by his rules.

I approached a rather pleasant-looking young man, smiled, batted my eyelashes, pretending to be a naive trainee.

"Hello, I really need Freen Sarocha's cell number, they said that she is going on vacation, and I urgently need to coordinate the terms of my practice with her" unconsciously, I was constantly twitching. 

Every now and then his eyes were directed to the entrance to the department; he really didn't want to cross paths with her here. The guy took his phone out of his pocket and opened her contact, handing me his cell phone. Having quickly copied, I was about to retreat immediately, but he lightly grabbed my wrist.

"What is your name, beautiful stranger? And how soon will you come to us?" Without turning around, I rolled my eyes, muttered something inarticulate about being terribly late and rushed to the door. The only thing I was missing right now was a prince!

POV Freen

I sipped my ice-cold non-alcoholic mojito with pleasure. It was already dark outside. The midday heat was replaced by a pleasant evening cool. We were sitting in an open Italian cafe. A light breeze blew across my back and shoulders, gently toying with my hair, taking with it particles of my words. I smiled widely, watching your exorbitant enthusiasm, the drive that enveloped you all, your sparkling eyes, your chaotically moving hands. The new hobby took over your head, you were very happy, and I am incredibly glad to see you like this.

We have known each other since childhood, and this says a lot, which is why you interrupt your enchanting story, fall silent, and peer inquisitively into my eyes. And although the wide smile with which I warmed you is the most sincere, the deep hazel eyes are thoughtful and clearly puzzled by something.

"What happened, Freen? Problems at work? Did you get things right with the project?" you speak warily.

"I'm on vacation starting tomorrow" your eyes widen in surprise, of course, we usually plan this in advance, trying to get out somewhere together.

"We wanted it in September" Nam stuck out her lips offendedly "Freen?"

"Yeah, we wanted to, but then my boss decided to retrain me as a nanny, because someone needs to set his drug-addicted daughter on the right path. Do I look like a preacher? Although I can guess where the legs are coming from, apparently, my uncle tried, he and the boss are old friends, it looks like he put in a good word for me" the words flowed out in an emotional stream, demonstrating all my indignation at this ridiculous situation "And guess what, I can't refuse, it's hard to believe that this will in no way affect my career, in general, I'll have to put up with this impudent girl, damn her" the cell phone, which had previously been peacefully lying on the table, vibrated, notifying about the incoming message.

"Tomorrow for the first class, be there at 8:30 and let's not be late." the number is unfamiliar, but it was not difficult to guess who its owner was. After rereading the message again, I smiled wryly. Even through the short, soulless text, her audacity was felt. I created a new contact, signing it  'A minor drug addict'  rudely, but that's what she needed, it even somehow became easier, and, putting the phone back in its place, deciding to leave the message unanswered, I returned all my attention back to much more to someone important to me.

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At 8:20 I was already standing near the boss's door, pressing the bell with my finger. The door opened, an adult woman stood on the threshold, in a simple blue knee-length dress, covered with a light apron, her face, of Asian appearance, stretched out in a sweet smile, and she warmly extended her narrow palm to me.

"Hello, you must be Freen, and I'm Jane, the housekeeper, Mr. Armstrong said that you will appear with us often from now on."

"Yes, apparently" I also smiled welcomingly "Nice to meet you."

A girl looked out from the hall, her eyebrows furrowed.

"You're 10 minutes early" the voice is dissatisfied.

"Well, sorry, no one canceled the morning traffic jams, I managed to get through."

"Next time, wait downstairs" the girl muttered.

"Becca, stop" Mr. Armstrong followed her "Good morning, Freen, excuse her, she'll calm down, I promise" he gave his daughter a light slap on the head, to which she grunted displeasedly, went into the hallway and sat down to lace up her white Converse. I quietly looked at the girl, being out of her line of sight, today's Becca was radically different from yesterday's, torn jeans, a light loose T-shirt, sneakers, she was quite consistent with the image of the teenager I imagined her to be from the boss's story.

Becky came out, deliberately brushing me with her shoulder at the elevator.

"Come on, take it easy" I muttered displeasedly.

"What then? Are you going to complain to daddy?" The girl smiled impudently.

It was useless to swear, so I decided not to give in to provocations and try to ignore the bully.

Leaving the entrance, we headed to her car, standing alone in the VIP parking lot, she excited us with her beauty and shape. I stopped, admiring this miracle of technology, the BMW M6 coupe, mmm... the girl, meanwhile, was persistently looking for something in her bag.

"Did you lose something?" I asked mockingly "Could this be it?" Taking out the car keys from the pocket, i waved them in front of her nose.

"What the hell is this? Give them to me here, quickly!" the girl was clearly angry and it definitely amused me.

"Get in, I'll drive, your father's order, you don't drive until you become a good girl!"

I saw how indignant she was, how her eyebrows frowned, and her hands clenched into fists with anger, I was waiting for a storm, the spoiled girl was not ready to come to terms with even such a small loss, but at that moment Mr. Armstrong came out of the entrance, and she, gritting her teeth , opened the passenger door, nevertheless, sarcastically.

"Can I press buttons in my car?" and, without waiting for an answer, because the question was absolutely rhetorical, she turned on the music.

We drove in silence, Becky sat with her back turned, staring without interest out the window, occasionally beating out the rhythm with her head and quietly singing along.I also had no desire to talk to her, and I silently enjoyed the car and the acoustics. Already parking near the university campus, I said:

"Don't forget to change the expression of disgust on your face to a sweet smile, I'm your sister after all, normal people usually love them, and don't want to strangle them at any opportunity."

"I'll try to be a good girl, for the sake of my girl" she affectionately stroked the car's bright red hood,  "Until someone with their amateurish driving kills my baby."

I decided to leave the last word to her; I didn't want to argue. "Come on, we're late, Schumacher" I said in a friendly manner.

To my great surprise, the day went well, the girl didn't play any tricks, didn't leave me a single step, everything was just as her father ordered. According to the contract, and there was one thing, and a very detailed one thing, I was not supposed to leave her alone anywhere, including in the toilet, no matter how absurd it may sound, but like this, apparently, she crossed the limit of trust. In my opinion, no one had any doubts about our legend; in general, everything went according to the script. The girl continued to be insolent, but there was less and less anger in her voice. I began to get used to the role of a sister, gradually becoming more and more imbued with this vicious creature.

To Be Continued...