Rich, Famous and Partnerless

Revenge

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"I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life’s a bitch. You’ve got to go out and kick ass."
Maya Angelo
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Jules

Of course this has Ralph Roberts written all over it in shouty capitals. After all, he is the only one I had an argument with of recent.

That day at the hotel when he parted with a menacing smile and the words, 'We shall meet again', I thought he was all bark and no bite.

It's clear now how wrong I was.

However, Ralph Roberts doesn't know me well.

His bite is just a graze beside mine.

And if my suspicion turns out to be right, I swear I will make him regret the day he was born..

The day he was born

Furious, I sink back into the plush blue leather seat. Even if he turns out to be the culprit, I've got too much love and respect for George, the bastard's father to hurt his son like I would love to.

You're still not sure yet. A voice tells me.

Well, I better go and make some individuals spill their guts.

I head for my bedroom. Picking up my phone from the bedside table, I switch it on and..

Holy pretzel on a cupcake!

Seventy five missed calls glare at me!

Why are there so many...

Ugh! Of course it's because of the news. How could I even let myself forget that even for a second. Immediately I saw that news, a part of me knew this would happen.

But.. Seventy-five missed calls within such a short duration of time?

I scroll through the calls and see that Margot and Metisha already called too.

So fast?

Definitely, news do spread like wild fire. Especially bad news.

I almost drop my phone in shock when it suddenly starts to ring. My mind was so far away.

I take a look at the Caller ID before picking up and let a quick smile spread my lips.

It is exactly who I had in mind to call.

"Joe."

"Boss."

"You heard the news, didn't you?" I ask, even though I know.

"Yes, Boss."

"Then you wouldn't mind kicking some presenter's presenting ass, would you?"

"No, Boss," he says in that gruff voice of his. But if my ears aren't deceiving me, I think I could detect a chuckle in his voice.

"Good. Take Nikita along with you. Play good cop bad cop. Let Nikita coarse the information out of her while you just look scary. Okay?"

"Got it, Boss. But if you don't mind me asking, do you have any idea who might have done this?" Joe asks, worry evident in his tone of voice.

"I don't have an idea of who did it. I know who did it." I say confidently. "The presenter will only confirm what I already know."

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Being poor is... uncomfortable. Being rich is, of course comfortable, exciting even. And when I say exciting, I mean exciting. After all, Metisha had an orgasm the first time she made a thousand dollars back in college.