Trillionaires' War

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"What do you mean I have a stalker!" I practically yell as soon I enter the mansion. Marcus didn't think my office was the best place to talk about it. After the long drive due to traffic, I finally reach home to get my answers.

"There were some red flags that caught Cora's attention. Certain things were sent here. Some notes were sent directly to Andrea and John. Just basic things."

I walk to the living room. Once I set my purse down on the sofa, I turn to him. "Oh, just basic things." I repeat sarcastically. "Jesus Marcus, you make it sound like Amazon delivered the wrong packages. This is a stalker. I have a stalker." I point at myself, then put my hair behind my ears with alot of frustration. "If my parents knew I had a stalker, why didn't they come for me? Why didn't they even tell me? Do I mean that little to them? And why haven't they answered my calls either. I could be kidnapped. I could be left on the side of a ditch somewhere. I'm in danger and they don't care."

"They do care." He reassures me.

I cross my arms. "Really. So why aren't they here?" I motion to the empty house.

"It's normal." He calmly says.

"Normal?" I ask just to see if I heard him correctly. "NORMAL?! None of this is normal! Are you out of your mind?"

"You're shaking. Sit down." He orders me.

I pace back and forth in front of the sofa. "Now is not the time to order me around." I glare at him. "I have a right to freak out here. There's a murder out to get me."

"Fucking sit down!" He raises his voice at me. I sit down on the sofa. Not because he said so, but because I feel a little light headed with all this new information. Yeah, tell yourself that. I hate my thoughts sometimes. "You're safe." He continues before I interrupt him. "People like you have stalkers all the time. It comes with the role you have."

"So you're saying someone taking pictures of me in my hotel room while I'm sleeping is somehow normal because I'm rich? I'm suppose to just forget about it and take it? Gee, let me pose for the creep next time. Maybe give him a quickie while I'm at it."

"The pictures are not normal." He admits.

"You think?" I say sarcastically.

"That's why Cora sent me. She didn't think Fred would be able to properly do his job for someone like you."

"What do you mean someone like me?"

"Chloe, you're the CEO of a major word wide company. There's a bigger target on your back than for any of your siblings." He explains.

"Why are you making me feel like I'm crazy then if you just said that I literally have a target on my back."

"Look, Cora and Omer know this can become dangerous if it gets out of hand. Right now it's just typical stalker moves that isn't necessarily dangerous. The picture is not normal, no one should have gotten that close to your room to be able to sneak in. Which is exactly why Fred wasn't doing his job properly. It would be impossible for someone to sneak into your hotel room with those bulky locks. You would've heard it." His explanation makes sense, but it doesn't explain how someone was able to take pictures of me sleeping.

"How else would he be there?" I ask.

"He was probably already there. Did Fred ever check your rooms before you stayed in them?"

I frown, shaking my head. "No. He never did that." Was he supposed to?

"That's part of his job." He answers the question in my head.