Chapter 3 - Change of plans.

I stood up and found the balcony door, "perfect." The height was good, so high that on impact my organs may shatter on the floor. A jump was my final decision as I took a robe I found laying on the couch and covered myself. The time was just 3am and the moon was so bright and beautiful, everything except the ground was a wonderful view, I liked that it was the last thing I'll see before my fall.

My hands held the pillar, it was the only thing keeping me from falling. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes, but before I could let go I heard a sound and I turned to see what it was.

The stranger who had given me the best night of my life hurried out to the balcony, his eyes widened when he saw what I was about to do. I didn't plan for anyone to see me before I died.

"What are you doing?" He asked with disbelief laced in his voice.

"I want to end my suffering." I shrugged, he can't stop me from what am about to do.

"Why don't you come and let's talk first." He was calm but I could see a bit of fear in his eyes.

"You don't understand." Tears began rolling out of my eyes as all I've been through emotionally and physically poured into my memory.

"I promise I'll help you no matter what it is." He came closer.

"You can't help me." I turned back to the ground and let go of the pillar.

It was as if my senses came back to me and for a second I didn't want to die, "hold on!" He caught my hand and didn't let me fall, he was so fast that he got to me on time and so strong he pulled me up with little strain on his face.

When I felt my legs on solid ground again and felt relieved, I hugged him tightly. My heart beating like drums in my ear.

"Thank you, I didn't know...l" I began crying.

"Shuuuu, it's okay now." He carried me like a baby back into the room and when he dropped me on the bed he went back and locked his balcony door with a key as if he didn't trust me to stay in bed for the rest of the night.

"Why?" He asked as he joined me on the bed and cuddled me.

"Can you just take my mind off it?" I can't tell him that am poor, and suffering as my mum is in the hospital and my dad left a huge debt for me to pay before he died. I can't tell him life has been hell for me and that the only thing close to living I've ever experienced was how he made me feel this night.

"Aren't you sore?" He was concerned and it only turned me on.

"I can take it," I assured him and the rest was history.

The next morning, when I woke up he was gone. He left a note on the table with his phone number on it. "Whatever you need." And by the side of the note was a blank check.

I blushed and stood up to wear my clothes. "I can use this to pay my mum's bill and father's debt. I won't ever see him again so he won't have the opportunity to ask me why I withdrew a huge amount like that."

As I came out of the elevator, someone bumped into me and water in the bucket she was holding spilled all over me wetting the check in my hand.

"No." My heart broke. "No no." I picked it up but it was torn apart and wet.

"Sorry ma'am." The lady said and closed the elevator behind me.

I stood there not caring who was watching me and cried.

"Hello?" Another lady approached me, worry filled her expression. "Come with me." She led me to the restroom and tried to dry me up. I wondered why she was helping me.

"Why are you crying? You can easily replace it." She had no idea what that paper was.

"That check was going to solve all my problems, my Mum, my sister, my debts." I sobbed even harder.

She kept quiet when she realized how deep the issue was.

"Thanks." I collected myself together. When I was about leaving the rest room she stopped me.

"Seems you need money desperately?" She asked to be sure.

"Yes." I looked down, ashamed a little bit.

"There's a confidential job opportunity that I happen to know about because my father is the doctor in charge of it."

"What job?"

"Take this, go to this address, and attend the interview. Don't be late, the pay is high and you will be able to pay whatever debt you want to pay." She didn't give me much detail before she left.

I looked at the address and called a cab to take me there. It was a mansion and I met about twenty other girls, no male was there for the interview.

My dress looked inappropriate so I borrowed a jacket the cab man offered me. I would have gone home first but the time for the interview was by 10am and I fear I might miss it.

When it was my turn, I entered the office for the interview and a lady question me about my genotype, blood group, if there was any hereditary disease in my family, and some weird questions that did not seem appropriate, I was also asked if I've ever carried a child before and if I was still a virgin.

After answering all their questions no matter how polite I was while answering, I had to ask one of the girls that came out of the interviewing room next, "What's this job about?"

"If you don't know, why are you here?"

"Let's say coincidence." I couldn't go into details with her.

As she was about answering, the stranger I slept with last night came in, "you." He was surprised to see me.

I didn't move, I was shocked. "The billionaire is here." I heard whispers and all the girls were blushing.

"Follow me," he said.

I swallowed hard and followed him.