Chapter 4: Sophie, the sacrificial lamb

Elliot’s POV

At the office, I couldn't concentrate and couldn't think of anything else. My mind kept going back to the lady at the nightclub. Who was she? And why had she booked that hotel in her nightgown? If she was truly a sex vendor, then why had I found her a virgin? Why had I been so quick to have sex with her without holding any conversation? There were too many questions, and it was hunting for my peace. I felt like a monster. I needed to see that girl; my investigator said her name was Olivia Mack, and I needed to know her story. The second thought on my mind was about the drink I had that night. Why had it been laced with drugs, and what had been the purpose? There were about five people at that meeting that day who could have dragged me out of the five. As far as I know, I was still healthy, and nothing else was wrong with me apart from the dizziness it induced that night. What is really going on?

The ringing of my phone brought me out of my train of thought.

 "Hello?" I picked up the phone without checking with the caller.

"It's Gerald, sir; we've got Olivia." My assistant's voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Olivia, yes, yes, that's good." I stuttered at his words.

"Set up a meeting at Huggies restaurant; tell her I want to meet her there as soon as possible," I said quickly, eager to see the girl I claimed her body with so much love and affection.

"Got it, sir. Should I bring in the other documents for review?"

"Just do Olivia first!" I replied coldly.

"Alright, sir," he said, and he ended the call.

I stared around my office absentmindedly, trying to think of what to say when I saw her, and I felt my heart racing in anticipation.

God, what is happening to me? I never felt this kind of feeling toward any woman, not even Amanda, who I knew had feelings for me for years now.

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At the restaurant, my eyes gently roamed about as I walked calmly in. I was eager to see her again. I needed to know what I must have been attracted to even in that drunk state to have sex like that on impulse. But I comforted myself as I walked towards the lady sitting on the far right, close to the window, as arranged.

The first thing I noticed was that her hair was blonde. Even though I hadn't noticed much of the lady's features, the one I had sex with had black hair, or was it a mix-up? The lady before me was pretty, but not as pretty as I found the one I saw that day; maybe that was also the effect of the drugs.

"Hi," I said, standing in front of her, and studying her face.

"Hi," she replied shyly, her face turning tomato.

I sat down to observe her. She had a pinched face and small eyes.

"I thought I needed to tell you this. We should have talked and known ourselves a little more. I.."

"You don't have to be sorry, sir." She cut in, adjusting herself on the seat. "I don't want you to be sorry; it's fine." She added.

I looked at her and heaved a sigh of relief. At least she doesn't think I'm a monster.

I dipped my hand into my pocket and brought out two bundles of cash.

"I feel like I didn't pay enough and would like to."

"Sir? Please stop; I'm embarrassed. I just want... I just want your friendship, that's all. I don't need your money."

"Seriously?" I asked with my brow raised.

"Yeah, seriously," she replied, blushing again.

"Then friendship it is, then," I said, rubbing my hands, surprised by her modesty.

She smiled and said, "Thanks."

"Give me your contact number," I said and felt the sensation of a heavy burden being lifted from my shoulders.

 

Olivia POV

I was lying curled up on my bed smiling sheeply, thinking about the good luck I had run into. Who would have thought that stupid girl, Sophie, would make me run into so much luck? I smacked my lips. Not so long after I left Adam's place, I got a better offer—ten times bigger—from Elliot Harrington, the most eligible bachelor in New York City.

Who would have thought Sophie slept with Elliot Harrington last night? I let out a laugh, pressing it by putting my hand on my mouth when I suddenly heard my phone ring.

"Hello," I said calmly.

"Hello, is this Olivia Mack?"

"Yes please." 

"This is the head of the HR department at Harrington Group."

"Ok," I replied, and my face lit up immediately. He was calling already; it was not even an hour since  I left the restaurant.

"We are calling to inform you that you have just been recommended for hire at our marketing department with bonus privileges."

"Geez. What?" I asked with my eyes widening and stood up from my lying position.

"Kindly report to the office before the end of the week to pick up your appointment letter."

"I will, sir; I will; I am so grateful," I replied, a smile spreading on my lips.

The caller hung up. "Oh my God, oh my God." I was saying it repeatedly as I jumped up and down on my bed.

"Yes, fucking yes!" I shouted, throwing my hand in the air. This is definitely a miracle from God and my sacrificial lamb was my sister, Sophie.

What a lucky day. That's a double. It felt like a dream; everything had begun to fall into place. All I needed now was the caution and precision of the snake—no room for mistakes. The next item on the agenda was to make Elliot fall madly in love with me. I needed to take advantage of his vulnerability. He believed he took my virginity and felt guilty for that; I must capitalize on that.

My phone began to ring again. I checked the caller ID; it was Adam. I hissed and ignored his call. There are bigger fish to catch.