The Contract

Chapter 12 - The Unwanted Guest

The girls continued laughing even after I told them about my encounter with Simmons yesterday.

I rolled my eyes and flipped through the file. "Why didn't you agree to go to Brazil with him?" Bethany asked and I glanced up at her in disbelief.

"But he did send the 3 million dollars " Kourtney pointed out and I let out a frustrated sigh. "He hasn't gotten the memo" I muttered and they continued again.

There was a knock on the door and we all looked up, Layla's head popped in. "Please excuse me, Miss Vega. Mrs Fortune is here" she informed

"Thank You" I said and she left. "Here is everything you need to brief her on" I handed Bethany the file.

"Finally things are coming together, remember when we thought we were actually gonna shut down?" She reminded. "Yeah, things are getting better "

"Well, let's make sure it stays that way, we don't wanna keep the guest waiting. Go now" I ordered the both of them. "Okay boss" they dispersed and I leaned back on the seat, swerving.

I glanced down at my phone and sighed, glancing at the clock and it was few minutes past 3 pm. I sighed again and picked up the card, the one Aiden Miller gave me at the bar.

He was really the heir to RedCo.

Why didn't he tell me that on the first day? Guess he wasn't tryna impress me.

He gave me his direct line, I just stared at the number. Reminiscing that night we spent together, it feels so surreal now i'm thinking about it.

Am I really complying to the deal I made with Travis? Am I really gonna stay faithful to him?

Oh please! The reason I haven't gone to the bar or hit up Aiden has nothing to do with Travis. I just...

I don't know

I guess I am scared of attachment. It was just a one night stand, no strings attached. But how long will I be able to hide from him? I'm gonna be having a lot of my shit in the papers in no distant time.

But anyways, I saw myself inputting the number in the telephone. I placed it over my ear, my hand literally shaking. The line went dead silent after it rang.

I opened my mouth to say something but then..."This is Aiden Miller-"

"Shit!" I slammed the telephone down immediately, moving back from the table. What was I thinking? Why did I call him?

The telephone began ringing. "Shit!" I cursed again, grabbing my bag and coat, I ran the hell out of my office.

I had totally forgotten there was a meeting down stairs and I disrupted it by running down like a mainac. Bethany, Kourtney and Mrs Fortune turned back to me, even Layla, the receptionist, they all shot me a look.

Fuck!

I straightened up and pushed out a big smile. "Mrs Fortune" I got down the stairs, hanging the bag over my shoulder, I threw my hand wide open for a hug.

"Is everything okay?" She inquired, her British accent so eminent. I was tempted to imitate. "Yes" we both embraced, the girls still shooting me narrowed looks.

We pulled out. "Look at you" she said. "You haven't aged a day, Mrs Fortune"

"Oh please, you look wonderful too, my dear" she praised. "Thank you"

"You know my son John will be arriving from London today" she brought up and I already knew where this was going.

"You know John, right?" She asked. "Yes, we were classmates back in highschool"