Stalker? // Not Really

Chapter 2 - Big Time

I'm sipping my soda inside the snack house near the bank. I'm sitting on the booth nearest to the door and has a clear view of the bank's door. I got another mission and this time it's a big time billionaire.

SHE, yes she. She is the head accountant of this RBU Bank. And according to the information my client gave me, her name is Annalyn Herald, 43 years old. Her pictures are attached to the files. Her issue is, according to her husband, having an affair to a 16 year old. The husband want me to take evidences that will put her behind the bars.

He is a successful engineer. He wanted her wife out of his life because she spent his money to her affair. Her own money is for her shopping spree buying unnecessary things. He don't want to act violently towards women so he came to find me to legally broke off their ties. Luckily, they don't have a child.

12:05 pm, I saw her went out from the banks door. I got out from the snack house and simply slip into my car, never leaving my eyes off of her figure.

She got in her car and drove off. I soon followed her car with just enough gap between our car to not seem... uhmm... stalkery? I mean, to not let her notice me.

20 minutes had passed and she soon parked her car in the front of a restaurant called "D.n'dees". I also park my car at the side of the building, away from her sight. And walk in after a minute since she walked inside. I went to the counter and look for anything they offer here.

"One glass of milk and chocolate combo with equal ratio and this chocolate fudge cake."

"Take out or dine in ma'am?"

"Dine in"

I payed my orders, receive the receipt and carry my food to the table next to hers.

Annalyn is holding her phone, busy typing whatever message to whomever someone, I don't care. I set my camera on the table facing theirs and started to video her. I do it nonchalantly to avoid being suspicious. I still got time to enjoy my favorite combo drink. If you want to know, or don't want to (idc), I don't drink coffee. Never had and never will. Reason? I don't like the smell. *Shrug

It's just my 3rd sip when the door creaked indicating a new customer coming in. I didn't raised my head, continuing to dig into my cake and blissfully drinking my combo.

Because I'm in luck, the new person turned out to be Annalyn's playtoy, oh, play boytoy. Boy is the appropriate term, believe me. Boy as in not even a teen! He looks like 11 or 12 years old.

Really? Annalyn, really?

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"Here" I slide the manila folder on the table towards Mr. Herald.

"It contain pictures and a flash drive that contain videos. I suggest to play the video before taking any actions and throwing accusations in court."

"Why would I do that? It may contain nasty videos."

"It does not. Mr. Herald, I don't care about your family problems. Remember that. I just don't want you to stain my name when you pull the evidence out. Review those pictures and videos. I stamd on that point. Goodbye."

I throw the envelope containing money, I hope so, in my bag. It is lying on the table as soon as I enter in Sweet Cafè. Then briskly walk out the cafe and directly to my apartment. I want to sleep, I got class tomorrow and need to deal with stupid humans called students.

I smiled to John, enter the elevator and stunned stiff as I realized that the 5 guys I saw yesterday is also, again, in the same space as me. I quickly recovered. I put a smile on my pretty face and push the 13th button not minding them once again.

They also are pretty handsome but I'm prettier so I don't care.

I yawned, closed my eyes and no longer paid attention on my surrounding.