Pheli Love

Six

Mohau⋆𐙚

Seeing the truth come to light felt like a load of bricks being dumped on me.
I was stunned.
With everything that had come with my mother's death, this was the last thing I had expected.

R500k, what would she need that for. I mean, it couldn't be for house renovations or even paying the mortgage because we've lost the house now. So why would she take out that much money?

I couldn't wrap my mind around any of this. I couldn't help but feel anger towards my mother. It was useless to feel that way because she was gone.

What was I going to do? Where would I get that kind of money?
I couldn't run away, I knew X would find me and Aj needed me.

My head fell into my hands as I tried to wrap my mind around this.

I wiped my tears as I caught my breath. I needed to be a big girl now.
'God I need you, now more than ever.'

I looked up to see X looking at me. His face carried no emotion but I could see so much more in his eyes. My heart fluttered as I looked it I his eyes which confused me even more.

All of this was too much.
"U-Uhm-" I caught my breath. "- I wanted to know w-when I needed to pay off the debt."

"Well your mother planned on paying it off in six months but failed to continue the payment after one month. What we can do is change the payment plan to suit you."

I was taken aback by his suggestion. Why was he willing to help me out? Why hadn't  he killed me like the rumour had said. My mind couldn't understand what was going on.

Even with more time, I wouldn't be able to pay it back. What was I going to do? How was I going to explain this to him?

"Well I- It's just that-" I stuttered "The thing is, I don't have any possible way to pay the money back at this current moment." My voice got quieter as I spoke.

X didn't respond. Instead his eyes squinted as he looked at me. I could tell that there was a conversation going on in his head.
My stomach churned at the possible outcomes of this entire situation.

"What do you mean by that? Because to my knowledge you work as an accountant and your mother had policies. So either I am miss informed or you're lying to my face."
His tone darkened meaning he thought I was lying to him.

My heart knocked against my chest as I realised the weight of this entire situation.

"How do you know so much about me?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I know everything about everyone."
I scoffed at his response. He had to be a psychopath.

"I-I lost my job and my mother's policies covered her other debts." I finally admitted.

I however couldn't read his face. It was stoic as ever which made it impossible to read. I needed to know what he was thinking.
The suspense was killing me.

"Mmmm."

Mmmm? Mmmm!
That was all he said. Without missing a beat, he went back to his breakfast.
His nonchalance irked me. Here I was close to a heart attack and all he could say was 'Mmm'

I watched as he ate his breakfast till he finished. I couldn't stomach any food, I had lost my appetite.

He finally finished eating and gave his attention back to me.

"I think I have a solution to your problem aswell as mine."
My ear perked up and waited in anticipation.

"Come and work for me."

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"Come and work for me."
The words still hadn't settled in.
At first I had thought that I was hallucinating from all the trauma to my head.
But I slowly began to realise that he was serious.

"W-What?"

"What part of my solution doesn't make sense?"
I felt naked under his gaze. It was as if he could see everything.

"Every part. I mean you can't just say 'come work for me' and expect me to jump for joy." I folded my arms.

"I see that attitude has made a come back." He grumbled.

"How would this work?" I ignored his response.

"You're an accountant am I right?" I nodded.

"Well, you would come and work for me at my company. Have your salary would go to the repayment of the debt while you take the other half home. That way we can insure that you are repaying the debt."

"W-Why are you helping me?" I had to ask. His help was suspicious to me.

"It's the least I can do for the trouble my men caused you. I'm willing to help you in exchange for your silence. Meaning that if you say yes, you won't go and open your mouth to the feds."

I knew it. This wasn't about helping me, he was just being selfish and using me as a front.

"And what makes you think that I won't say yes then run to the police?"

He deadpanned me as if I was asking a stupid question, "I would know before you even dreamt of it. I have eyes and ears everywhere. Don't take my kindness for granted, I won't hesitate to put the bullet through your head myself."

I gulped.

Why did his preposition actually make sense. I could do this... right? I mean it's better than selling drugs or something.
I don't know.
I needed to think.

With half of whatever my salary would be, I could afford to take care of Aj. Maybe even get Ma's house back.

Would I be able to work for him? With the mix of fear and irritation I felt towards him, could I make this work.

I cleared my throat, "Deal."

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