Episode 4
"That's me." She replied again, clutching a file against her chest.
Still shocked, Ricky looked from Audrey's hair down to her feet as he could not resist the temptation of looking. She wore a red armless low neckline top, and a black jacket with matching black straight pants. Her hair was neatly pack up, and some strands were left flying across her face.
Ricky got hold of himself, realizing he was beginning to stare longer than necessary. He cleared his throat, and dismissed any expression that could betray him. "Audrey. I don't know...what you're doing here.""May I sit?" She asked, pointing at one of the four chairs surrounding the large desk.
"Sure." Ricky replied, pointed to a seat directly opposite him.
"Thanks." Audrey mumbled. She came forward, put her bag down and sat down. She placed the file in her hand on the desk, pushed it towards Ricky. "Will...you check?"
Ricky stared at the file, his brows raised. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to get employed." Audrey replied. She smiled, looking into his face. She'd always wanted a connection to work in a suitable place befitting her educational qualities. Who would be a better connection if not Ricky Anderson?
She needed to pay back the money from the contract as soon as possible, and to free herself from self-pity.
"Trying to get employed? You've never needed to work." Ricky's reply came. He took hold of the file, and started to flip through the pages.
"You told me yourself. I need to pay back the money from thr contract if I'm going to terminate it. Right?"
Ricky glanced up from thr file. "You have a lot of things to sell off, Audrey. The jewelries, shoes. Bags..."
Audrey shook her head in disagreement. "You got me all of those, Ricky. I mean...Mr. Anderson. If I should sell those things to give you back the money... what difference would it make? You are the owner of all of those properties. I prefer to work myself, and pay you back with the money I will earn.
"I'm qualified for this, Mr. Anderson. I met all the necessary requirements. Please, don't say no."
Ricky stared at her, wondering what happened to the snuggling Audrey. She looked different. Kind of. He shrugged. "That will be on two conditions; that you will have to pass the interview first, and that the relationship between us must be kept away from work. Absolute discretion."
Audrey nodded, even though the last condition hurt her to the bones. "That's very clear to me, Mr. Anderson. I will be professional in my job."
"Miss Westwood will take you to the interview center. All you have to do is wait." Ricky replied. Absentmindedly, he tapped his customized pen on the desk continuously.
Audrey watched his movements and hid a smile. Sue knew him perfectly well. All these years, she'd watched in, studied him, and could boldly say she knew 95% of his character. He was confused, and she knew he desperately wanted to say no to her request.
Audrey stood up, picked up her bag and started to walk to the door.
"Audrey." Ricky called, halting her to a stop abruptly.
She turned, a polite smile on her face. "Yes, Mr. Anderson?"
"What would you like to be called? Mrs. Audrey or Miss Christine?" Ricky asked. Christine was Audrey's last name before her contract marriage.
Audrey listened to the question, digested it and thought about it for a while. She would have loved to be called Mrs. Anderson, but that would be letting the cat out of the bag, and putting ideas into the staff's minds. Bearing the same name with the Anderson heir was definitely going to spark up some interest. However, calling her Mrs. Audrey would mean that she's married, but to whom?
"Miss Christine would be perfect." Audrey finally replied. "Luckily, I didn't change my name since university days. You see." Audrey breathed the last words, and her voice shook.
Ricky looked betrayed by her answer for a slight moment, then shrugged. "That's perfect." He replied, and nodded towards the door.
Audrey compressed her lips, turned and was out of the office.
"F*ck." Ricky cursed under his breath, buried his fingers deep into his hair. "What the hell is this?" He asked out loud. He wanted to say no to Audrey right there and then, he didn't want her to be interviewed at all, but he couldn't bring himself to deny her of the chance to work. And she needed the money.
Ricky stopped for a while, lifted his head and stared at the door, wondering why it bothered him to have Audrey working for him. It was actually not a big deal, since he was perfectly sure he was in control.
He stood up, arranged his hair and picked up his suit which he threw on, picked up his cellphone and headed out of the office.
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3:45 pm."Did you get the job?" Xavier asked as soon as Audrey hopped into the car. "You should. You look happy." He added, igniting the car.
Audrey put down her bag on her laps, leaned forward and threw her arms around the young man, resting her head against his chest. She remained in this position for a while, taking in deep breaths of relieve. "Thank you." She finally mumbled.
Last night talk with Xavier had yielded a positive result like it always did. She'd gotten the idea to apply for the PA post from her brother after she'd explained what was happening. They never kept secrets from each other, and even the pregnancy was no longer a secret to Xavier.
Xavier took his hands off the steering wheel, and hugged back the fragile lady. He closed his eyes behind her, listening to the thumping of her heart; to the fragility of her body.
"You can always count on me, Audy. Always." He suddenly withdrew, and moved away from her as far as he could.
Audrey smiled and sat straight. She sighed deeply and turned to look at Xavier. "How's Diana? She must hate me right now for making you take me to the hospital."
Xavier laughed at the mention of Diana's name. "Don't lay attention to her whining. She's just acting her last born character. Come on. Let's go. You don't want to be late for the doctor's appointment."
Audrey sank into her seat, put on her seatbelt as the car rolled out of the Anderson estate.
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Outside the main doors, stood Ricky. He'd watched Audrey get into the SUV. He saw the hugs, the relaxed mood and the intimate discussions. His hands clenched in his pockets, his teeth gritted as he watched the car disappearing out of the estate.
Of course. This was the reason she wanted to get away. She found someone else. He thought irritably.
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A BRIDE FOR SALE 😂{WHEN NEMESIS STRUCK}😂 EPISODE TWENTY THREE 🤓 Albert 🤓 "Watch. Just hand over the phone." Denise said again and I reached into my pocket immediately.I brought out the cellphone and handed it to her.I continued watching as Denise operated her phone. Soon, Denise placed the phone in front of me.To my utmost surprise... No... Surprise is an understatement at what I'm staring right now!!.I was astonished to watch Bridget fixing up a fake pregnancy on herself!My jaw dropped open in shook. Denise laughed. "I... Cant... believe this.." I stammered."Same as me but it's the truth. Bridget isn't pregnant. She's been faking it all along. " Denise replied.I looked at her. " Since when did you know about this?" I asked."Yesterday... I was gonna show you after you were supposed to be back from work but I was kidnapped while going back home. " Denise replied. I stared at the phone and unconsciously started laughing again. Funny, isn't it!"Wait a sec. You mean...
A BRIDE FOR SALE 😂{WHEN NEMESIS STRUCK}😂 EPISODE TWENTY TWO 💔 Denise 💔 I ran all the way down stairs and ran for the door immediately.I kicked it open and bolted out into the darkness.I ran out of the building and the compound into the street.I didn't Know where I was going. I didn't even know where I was but I just kept on running. About five minutes later, I slowed down, believing I was far from Steve now.My stomach hurts so I dragged my feet down the quiet street.Oh my baby. My poor baby. I thought as I continued walking slowly.I placed my hand on my stomach and patted it gently.Suddenly, I came across a booth with the light still on.Breathing in I walked slowly to it.A guy was at the front window arranging some pack of cigarettes on a shelf.I knocked tiredly. He looked at me through the glass window before lifting the blinds. "Yes? Who...are you looking for?" He asked staring at me with strange expression." I'm so sorry to disturb you but...I need your help... p
A BRIDE FOR SALE 😂{WHEN NEMESIS STRUCK}😂 EPISODE TWENTY ONE ⁉️ Albert ⁉️ It has been two hours since I got back from work and I couldn't find Denise.Where the heck did she go?I couldn't call her cos I found her phone on the bed. I was beginning to get scared so I called her dad.He told me she left already and I could feel he was in panic already.Where could she be then?I had no other option so I walked straight to Bridget's door and knocked.I had to Knock for about three minutes before she finally appear."And what took you so long to open the goddamn door!"She glared at me. "And what are you doing in front of my door? " She threw at me.I breathed in and tried to calm down. " Have you seen Denise around?"."And why should I see that disgusted....wrench!"Bridget shouted." She's not here in the house and it's almost nine!" I yelled back.She smiled. " Would you get worried like this it it was me who went missing?" She asked softly." What the hell are you saying? Denise
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A BRIDE FOR SALE 😂{WHEN NEMESIS STRUCK}😂 EPISODE NINETEEN ✖️ Albert✖️ I halted the car to a stop at the parking lot before breathing in again.I came out of the car and walked towards the main building.I opened the door and stepped in, only to realize how slippery the floor is.I quickly got hold of the door before I could slip off. I glared down.Who the heck sprinkled this here? It was barely six pm. I glanced around. "Denise? Denise!!""Oh honey! You are here!!" What's that voice? I turned and saw Bridget coming down in pyjamas."What are you doing here?" I bellowed.She smiled, coming nearer. "Oh no, Albert. Why are you so cold? Look...I'm carrying your first child. You should treat me better than anyone!"" Where is Denise?" I asked stiffly.She rolled her eyes. "And how should I know? Am I supposed to know where the hell she is?"I ignored her and walked off, avoiding the oil on the floor. I stopped and glanced back at her. "And by the way,why is my house in a mess