I Can't Decide

"Get rid of her." Ana hissed. "Kill her, abandon her somewhere, I don't care. Just make sure she doesn't come back. Ever."

I sighed, running a hand through my gel-spiked hair. "Okay, okay. I'll... I'll think of something."

That's right. You heard it here first. I, Jason Grant, head of a huge software company, got caught cheating on my wife, Ana, with my assistant, Angela. Ironic how similar their names are, right? Seriously. I didn't do it on purpose. I promise. Ana was pissed at me about my affair at first, and went to stay in some hotel for a few nights before agreeing to come home. On one condition.

I got rid of Angela.

I could do nothing but agree. I was more attached to Ana than I was to Angela. And I wanted to prove it.

I invited Angela on a sort of road trip with me on the weekend, telling her not to tell anyone. She agreed, greeting me with a kiss when I pulled up. I smiled, trying to act like my usual, seemingly laid-back self.

"Where are we going?" She asked, wrapping her arms around the arm that I had on the gearshift between our seats.

"That is for me to know and you to find out." I murmured, pulling away.

Angela was attractive, and she knew it, but didn't seem to try to make herself look like she'd just escaped the cover of a fashion magazine. Whether it was to impress me, or whether she only owned dresses, skirts, and blouses, I didn't know. Her light brown hair was shiny, the sun picking out natural blond and red hairs. Her hazel eyes didn't waver from my face, and she didn't appear to be wearing much, if any, make-up.

I drove a bit over the limit, as I usually did, zipping down the highway as I let my thoughts fly.

Ana wanted me to kill Angela. That much was obvious. She didn't want to even risk me going back to the other girl, or offering sympathy to another woman. My only draw backs were that I didn't think I could actually kill someone, never mind someone I was so close to, and I didn't want to be charged with murder. I was highly respected at work. Even being accused of murder would end terribly for me, no matter how much money I tried to use to get rid of the problem.

"Jason?" Angela murmured, running a hand up to my shoulder, then down my arm again.

"Sorry, babe. What?" I looked at her out of the corner of my eye before putting my focus back on the road.

She had put on a puppy-dog look; her bottom lip out and quivering like a leaf on a branch, moving subtly in the breeze. "I said will you please tell me where we're going?"

I rested my hand on her knee before draping it over the gearshift again. "Sorry, Ang. A surprise is called a surprise for a reason."

She gave me an even poutier face, her eyes showing her begging. How much she wanted to know. I couldn't cave. Truth be told, I wasn't actually taking her anywhere. I was finding a way to get rid of her. Finding a way to save my marriage.

My blood ran cooler and cooler in my veins the longer I was in the car with her. My heart felt like stone in my chest; hard and petrified.

It was hard to get people to like me most of the time. Angela was one of the rare exceptions. Respect and the actual, genuine liking of a person were completely different. Despite my quick progress, many people thought I was just another snobby rich man. Just because I was twenty-seven, had a lot of money, wore nice clothes, and drove an expensive car, everyone thought I was high on myself. That I had no regard for others. I tried my best to see if I could get some people on the board to like me, but I was ready to quit trying. Everyone lied anyways. Why try pleasing people? They could easily stab me in the back.