Fated to You

Chapter 12: Liar, liar, pants on fire

Freen woke up first, while Becky was still passed out in the small apartment room in her office. The security system from last night must have been lifted because Freen had been able to work her computer and finished the research that Becky had asked for. Today was the deadline and it is still two hours away from nine. She was still wearing Becky's clothes and needed to go home to retrieve her own and to later shop for some more clothes and maybe get herself a car for transportation. She remembers that Becky said something about not having any clothes so she called Hera, the secretary, to ask her on her way over if she could run by Becky's place to get a few clothes.

Freen finds Hera's cell number in the small company phonebook on Becky's desk. "Hera?"

Hera was on her way out of Starbucks, "Yes...Chairwoman?"

"No, it is me Freen, her assistant. How are you this morning?" Freen asks.

"I'm fine, thank you. Is there something that I can help you with?"

"Yes, actually. Becky -...I mean...Ms. Armstrong doesn't have any spare clothes in her office. She's sent the ones that she has to the dry cleaners. Could you be a dear and run by where she usually sends them to?" Freen fondles a pen in between her fingers.

Hera frowns, "No, that can't be. She did have me send the clothes to the dry cleaners but that was early this week. She should still have clothes inside."

Freen blinks, "What? She has clothes?"

"Yes. I myself went to her place, took the clothes that she requested, and brought them to and from the dry cleaners and set them in her office." Hera explains as she settles in her car, "Is there anything else you need?"

She's so kind. Quick thinking. Becky lied to her and probably lied about the keys also, "Hera, can you also bring by the company keys? Becky had forgotten them home."

"She should be fine. There's always a spare key inside of one of the cabinets above your desk." Hera informs.

She knew it. Freen knew that Becky was lying about something. "Hera, where are you?"

"I'm in front of Starbucks right now. Do you need me to get you and the Chairwoman something?"

"Yes bring the chairwoman her usual morning coffee please. Can you do that for me?"

"The Chairwoman doesn't drink coffee. At least on rare occasions but barely. When she was the vice-Chairwoman, she never used to ask for coffee. She usually asks for hot chocolate milk called chips ahoy. She created it and since then people made it her personal drink."

You have got to be kidding me. Freen couldn't believe her ears. Becky lied to her and made her live through the most excruciating twenty four hours of her life. "Thank you Hera. You are a great help."

"No, problem. I'm on my way right now." Hera says. "Will that be all Ms. Chankimha?"

"That's all, thank you!" Freen hangs up the phone. She just can't believe this. She walks away from Becky's desk and starts pacing around the room. There's a spare key in one of the cabinets above her desk, so she walks to the other side of the office where her desk is located at and looks above inside of the cabinets, looking for the key. She finds one taped on the top interior of the last cabinet to the left. "That wench!" She closes the cabinet. She lifts up her nose and starts sniffing pretentiously, "what is that? Is that...." She says, sniffing even deeper, "Is that retribution I smell?"

She says and then glares towards the closed door where Becky was sleeping soundly. She screams in frustration and then resolves to make her pay for everything she went through ever since she got back to Texas, "Payback's a bitch Becky or my name isn't Freen."