The Contract

Chapter 2 - The Proposition

"What?!" Bethany exclaimed. "Pearl, you can't cut off the expenses spent on food, water and coffee! What about your dumb apple drinks?" Kourtney questioned.

"They aren't dumb, they are life savers. But you guys are the ones making me look like the bad, I did my research and I found out that Bethany has been using the company's funds for her personal use"

"What?!"

"On May, you took a 3 days trip to Hawaii" I exposed. "That was... That was for research!" She stammered as she tried to defend herself.

"On what Bethany? How much water is in the ocean?" Kourtney shot back at her.

"You're the one to talk, miss I have my shit together all the time. What about that time you took that loan out of the company's fund and never paid back?"

My eyes shot to Kourtney immediately. "What?!"

"Okay relax"

"You relax, you owe me, asshole!" I exclaimed. "I owe you? What about all those times you owe me?"

"Are you seriously bringing that up right now?" I retorted, in disbelief.

"Since, we are all confessing shits we've done, I ordered lunch"

"Bethany!!!" We both exclaimed.

Minutes later.

"I don't understand, this paperwork isn't adding up, Bethany. There's at least 10k missing!" I declared, throwing the papers In the air.

"I think we should take a break" Kourtney suggested.

"No!" I snapped and they both groaned. "What I don't get is how we didn't realize this large amount of money has been missing"

"That's because we've been only spending and not calculating on what we've been spending on" she Express and I sighed and fell back on my seat.

We spent the afternoon trying to make our finance make sense, at one point I had to let the girls go on a break and I knew they were never gonna come back.

I just laid head rest on the table, rolling my pen back and forth. Letting out another frustrated sigh, I heard footsteps from a distance, I then paused to listen but the place got dead silent again.

It must be my ears or the ringing pain In my head telling me I'm a failure.

I sat up and picked back up the pen but then the door burst open and my eyes shot up immediately, two huge men in black stepped in.

I was still frozen in place, still wondering why my door was almost taken off it's hinges.

They moved out of the way, surveying the room and then a man in a grey suit and coat walked in.

My eyes narrowed as I tried to take in the figure.

He took off the coat and handed it to one of the men beside. I finally off my trance and asked the million dollar question. "Okay, who the fuck are you and why did you-"

The shades went off and I stopped dead in my sentence.

His eyes, like a pair of freshly polished silver coins, gleam with a powerful, piercing gaze. His hair in a shade of cool, lunar grey, complements his starkly defined jawline, accentuating his chiseled cheekbones and square chin.

With the lean, sculpted physique of a marble statue, he exudes an athleticism and self-assurance that few could hope to match. His aura is one of raw, primal power, like a sleek, silver panther ready to pounce.

"Pearl"

Holy shit!

I think I'll need a moment to take this one in. "Travis?" He smirked and walked further in.