Chapter 4: A heir

(Stephen's POV)

"Wow!" I muttered under my breath, quaffing pints of alcohol as I watched the contestants perform in the studio room from my computer.

"This is the fucking bitch who stole my wallet and made me file a report!" I cussed with a tinge of asperity.

Regarding the wallet this white woman had stolen, it wasn't the cash contained in it that pained me. As a matter of fact, I loathed going around with cash but that night happened without a plausible reason.

It was the confidential information I had absentmindedly written on the incomplete identification card that I feared could be leaked if it fell into the wrong hands. And I couldn't trust the one-night stand who appeared so desperate.

The card contained the code for one of the company's forthcoming projects.

It used to be Dad's idea before he got involved in a car accident, and for all I cared after I got rid of my hangover, I realized she could have been sent from my rival companies to deal with me.

Who knew if she was also here based on the instructions they gave her? Who knew if it were one of the board of directors? Well... we'd find out.

Despite the fury that blazed inside me recollecting that night I couldn't help but marvel at this lady's degree of confidence and outspokenness.

As I wanted to applaud this woman, the lines of delight about to outline my lips swiftly contorted with rage when I remembered how I had sent my men to the whorehouse throughout yesterday to search for her and she was nowhere to be found.

Luckily for me, there she was, explaining the cores of marketing to my panel of judges. No doubt, I knew she was going to make it to the final phase and if she didn't, I'd order my men to do the same thing we did to people who had the nerve to trespass.

Somehow, she made it as I watched Antonio lead her to my office.

When she got in, the sense of familiarity between us grew every moment she inched closer to my desk. The scenes we had that night abruptly replayed in my head and I fought it off.

"Bring the policemen with you as soon as you can!" I ordered the security men over the telecom.

I wanted her to feel the exact fear I felt when I found out the wallet was gone.

She quailed and stuttered at my outburst.

"I'm. I'm so sorry sir. I'm. I'm not a thief and I didn't mean to return your wallet when I saw it."

Immediately, her eyes got swollen with tears to the extent that I almost felt pathetic but I remained cold and impassive.

Sentiments hardly got into me but hers somewhat had an effect. What was happening? I probed within myself. I needed to come back to my senses. I mustn't let gullibility destroy me as Jessica almost used to ruin me.

"Tell me, who sent you?!"

"N-no, no, no one sent me," she bawled but she sounded as though she was moaning.

I ignored her and went on ranting and ranting the names of our business rivals.

"Who are you working for?! Alejandro Ramirez of Trinity Tech Companies? Carlos Xavier of Advanced Group of Companies? Fernando Perez of Digital Center? Andazola Castro of the Programming Organization...?"

"No one sent me."

"Then...?"

"I used the money to pay for my children's hospital bills. Please forgive me. My daughters are struggling with their lives every day and I couldn't resist the temptation that came with me using the money."

Daughters? Where did those come from?

There was a tone of sincerity in her voice though it sounded bizarre that this elegant slut had children to cater for. Not even one? This was more reason to show she was a liar.

I could bet it with anything that this lady hasn't given birth before. I did handle her boobs and it wasn't saggy which should have been due to breastfeeding. Rather, they were erect as though I was the first person to touch them.

Aside from the breast part, my shaft almost found it difficult to penetrate her wet pussy. She was so tight that I wanted to stop but she was damn good with the foreplay that I couldn't just let her go.

I ran my eyes on her and asked, "First of all, where is my wallet?"

She jolted on her toes, ransacked her small handbag, and handed it over to me with her tremulous petite fingers.

Without sparing any minute unfolding it, I unzipped it and felt relieved that the card was still there, though the money wasn't.

I was satisfied with the curiosity that she wasn't sent by anyone and all she was after was money.

She was no longer kneeling, she was standing before my desk, quivering badly as she pleaded.

"Please, forgive me. I promise to repay the money when I get this job."

Emotional blackmail? It won't get to me.

"You claimed to be a mother yet you were a slut overnight. Okay! If you're not a chronic liar, how do I know that you've truly given birth?...

"You and I know that you are tight down there," I added but something told me that the last sentence was unnecessary and insensitive.

Stunned for a fraction of a second, she lowered her eyelids to avoid my gaze and I bet she was trying to make up a lie.

However, she dazzled me when she brought out the hospital receipts of three children who had her surname.

Hart.

"These are my children. They are triplets. This is Laura. Claura and Flora." She pointed to the three pictures and gave me the receipts plus the passports.

"Wow! This is unbelievable"

Quickly, my brain ran a mental calculation, and within the lines of the receipts, I could tell she was the mother of the triplets.

I confirmed the striking resemblance between her and her kids and I was pulled out of the sea of doubts. The craziest thing was that, as I collected the pictures from her, the anger that froze inside me melted and evaporated on standing.

Marveled, the thought of her being fertile filled my head. I could offer her a deal. Opportunities always come but once and I must make use of this.

The directors were getting on my nerves and I needed to do something to make them believe I was responsible enough to handle this position three months ago.

"Have your seat," I ordered, and she obliged, her hands still quivering visibly.

I pierced my gaze into hers and broke the awkward silence. "What about your husband?"

"It was a fire accident and he couldn't survive it."

"Okay. So let's proceed with the interview."

I gulped the alcohol and exhaled a breath. I began.

"Are you aware it's only 1 percent assurance you have that you'll be employed for the post you applied for?"

Her lips twitched as she ducked her head and raised it again. She sniffled, "What about the other 99 percent, sir?"

"Yes, your performance was one I've never witnessed since I assumed this seat. However, there's no way I'd give the job to someone who doesn't have proof to show that she had adequate education and graduated as a marketer."

Tears would not stop flowing down her face. It seemed this was her last hope and she'd do anything to get the job just like she became a slut to save her children.

Mucus almost dripped down her nostrils when she uttered, "E–every proof I had got burnt in the fire accident that took my husband's life."

It was such a sad tale but I won't let sentiments get into me yet again. "That's not a point. You're still young. You can go back to school and get another qualification."

"I'd have done that, sir. But, there's no way I could fund the school fees."

"But you need this job, right?"

"Yes sir, I have to pay for my children's surgery fees."

I leaned back on my chair, twirled it twice to face her, and picked up a pen to do nothing.

"How would you feel if I decided to make you the overall head of the marketing department and clear your children's hospital bills too?" I blurted, face impassive. I knew she was up to the task.

On asking her, she raised her eyebrows and shock overwhelmed her. "Mmm-e, I'm not quite sure I understand you, sir."

"I don't repeat words twice." I furrowed my eyebrows and frowned at her.

It was obvious, she was confused. Perhaps she didn't hear me as she stated. "What did you hear?"

"Something like pay my children's bills and employ me as the head."

"Yes. I'd do all that..."

She exclaimed, about to go on her knees when I jarred her with my next line. "But of course, I won't do all of this for free."

"Wwwhat do I have to do, sir? I–I don't have money." Her swollen cheeks blushed red with embarrassment and she perched back on her seat.

"Nothing much for someone who emptied my wallet!" I affirmed as I grabbed the bottle beside me and gulped a mouthful of alcohol.

Battling with her eyelids, she wiped her tears and I tilted my body over the table, uttering in a whisper, "You see, over the last few years, I've gotten into many troubles which I must rectify as soon as I can."

"What does that have to do with me," she stuttered.

"I'll need an heir, and I promise to let your dreams come true only if you agree to give me what I want."

Almost staggering on her feet, she dipped her hands inside her ears and gawked at me. "A heir?"

"Yes!" I asserted and quaffed the new bottle of ale.

"I'm sorry I can't," she responded as the security men gestured at me through the transparent doors, seeking permission to enter.

He came with three policemen who held a handcuff each in their hands with a small pistol tucked inside their belts.

Gasping as she turned her neck and saw them walk in, I changed from being sweet to my usual no-nonsense face and growled.

"You've only three seconds to change your reply or else, I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life in jail!"