Erica's POV
The next day was normal to me. But my mind was completely somewhere else.Since Klyde insisted, he performed the DNA test between Alice and Zoe. Speaking of Alice, she's getting better now. And by Friday, I'm going to resign. All was going in our plan... except for this thing.
While I was moping the floor, someone stood right in front of me so I looked up to him and saw Matthew. I was startled by his sudden appearance but I didn't show it. "G-good morning, Sir Matthew," I greet politely using the Aila Miller's voice.
He was looking at me like I did a crime to him. "Come with me to my office." My forehead creased on what he said. "I need you to clean something there."
Without any other word, he turn his back to me and started walking away. With my head crowded in thoughts, I followed him. When I entered his office, he was already sitting on his office chair so I started mopping the floor.
"Erica."
My eyes went w
Erica's POV"We will miss you, Aila."My co-janitresses hugged me tightly for the last time. I resigned today. It was for my own good."I'll pay a visit. And besides, we can still hang out some times," I said as we let go of our hug. They were in a circle form in front of me, all staring at me sadly. "Thank you, guys." For the first and last time as Aila Miller, I smiled to them."Take care, girl," said Anne. I just nodded to them before I leave the janitors quarters. I'm gonna miss them. I only spent a coouple of months with them but I had a great time. And because of them, I realized one thing... that I can be truely happy with those people who really accepts me even though they don't have the riches.As I was walking by the lounge area, someone held me by the arm and grabbed me to an empty meeting room. When I finally saw who it was, I rolled my eyes. Zoe."I know you're resigning but don't tell to anyone my secret. Okay?" she uttered firmly, warning me."What will I do to your sec
Erica's POV"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Klyde asked. I could see in his eyes that he's so worried.I shook my head. "N-no. He didn't saw me and he didn't approach me either." He exhaled loudly out of relief.We went inside his mansion. I tried to calm myself down while Klyde is doing some phonecalls with someone I don't know. He seems tensed and irritated."Erica," Klyde called, he's finished with his phonecalls. I immediately turn to him. He sat on the couch across me. "I have a couple of big news for you. Can you handle it?"I got curious because of his question but then I nodded."Let's start with the man that killed Madeline... Tiger has been tracing him for weeks already before you saw him earlier--- but he's just so mysterious. He goes around the city and different provinces using different names and sometimes different disguises and identities. He has three criminal records in his three different identities.""Why didn't the police arrested him?" I asked. "He's good at hi
Erica's POV I stepped out of the taxi and looked at the house in front of me. It's not as big and beautiful as my grandfather's mansion but it's already enough to be called home. This is way better than living in jail for 7 years. The front door opened and Silver came out, she ran towards me with a big smile on her face. "You're finally here!" she exclaimed as she gave me a hug. She still has her charming look and sweet voice, just like how I remember her the last time she visited me in jail. Silver is my bestfriend and she became my eyes and ears to my family for the past 7 years that I'm in jail. She helped me so much with everything. We went inside of her house and continued our conversation about my plan. "So, I have found our first target," she declared as we sit on the couch of her living room. "Who is he?" I asked "His name is Klyde Aero Morrison. A multi-billionaire man and a VERY successful CEO of his own company," she sta
Erica's POV "Welcome, madam." A man dressed in a black suit opened the door for me. I gave him a smile and went inside. This is my first time to be in the bar after being imprisoned for 7 years. I'm wearing a maroon off-shoulder crop top, a high waisted fitted jeans, and also my newly buyed black ankle strap heels. The whole place is quite dark and covered with flashing disco lights. A lot of people are making noises, some are dancing, many are drinking wines and alcohol, while other couples are kissing. I looked for the stairs that would led me to the second floor. Based on Silver, the second floor of this bar is for VIP's only, and according to her, Klyde Aero Morrison is always a VIP in this bar. I was about to take my first step to the stairs when somebody grasped my elbow. When I turned to the person, it was a big man looking like a butler or something. He was wearing a black suit and black shades. "Maam, the second floor
Erica's POVI sit beside him without any permission, of course I leave 2 rulers space between us.He turnes to me, "You must be so brave to sit beside me without my invitation," he hissed."Yeah. Yeah. I got your point. But I can't stand on shouting again and again while having a conversation, when I could just sit beside you so we can hear each other better," I defended.I see no reaction to his face so I buzz in my favor. "I've heard that you're a very successful billionaire and you have a company of your own," I started."If you're here for money, how much do you need?" he bumped inI was shocked. "What? No, no, no," I defense, but after a few seconds I just realize that my favor actually has to deal with some money."Well, uhmm---yes. Maybe? But! I promise you that I would pay you after you help me," I assured him."So what kind of help do you need?" he asked with a boring tone.I took a deep breath befor
Erica's POV"I can't help you with that. I mean it's such a big favor," he refused. He stood up and left the cafe, completely leaving me alone here. I looked at the glass wall and watch him drove away with his car.Timothy Jones. Failed.He was the fifth guy that I approach just this week, and he also refused just like what the other guys did. Looks like lady luck isn't with me.I already had five failures. Should I keep on going?When I got back at Silver's house, I immediately go to my room and sat down at my bed. Five failures. This is way harder than I thought it would be. My fifth failure leds me to so much questions and conclusions. What if no one else would be interested with me and would be willing to help me? What if I should just take my revenge from scratch? On my own?Urgh! I'm literally being thirsty for revenge. Can anyone blame me? My own aunt and uncle had crossed the line too much and I was being punished
Erica's POV It tooked me one week to prepare for this plan. I visited the salon yesterday to dyed my hair red, like the Weasley's hair in Harry Potter. I also brought red fake bangs to use it for my disguise. And also from now on, I will not wear any make up so I would look stressed and unrecognizable, but I need to wear contact lense to make my eyes look blue even though their brown. And Silver's boyfriend helped me create new and fake documents about me. I even changed my name, from Erica Roberts to Aila Miller. My new name and my fake documents helped me get a job at my grandpa's company, I applied as a janitress. To be exact, today is my first day at work. "Don't stare too much to someone you know." I remember the words that Silver said before I leave her house. I'm at the lounge area of my grandpa's construction company, sitting on the couch while waiting for someone to assist me. I always keep my head down and avoid having long ey
Erica's POV I spent my break time with Eirin. We went to a nearby cafe and have a chit-chat, to know each other more. "So why did you apply being a janitress when you can be a model somewhere?" she asked out of the blue. "Model?" I asked narrowing my eyebrows. "Yeah. A model. Duh! You're beautiful, Aila," she complimented. I smiled a bit. "I'm not," I said as I looked down to my coffee. I'm maintaining the usual attitude of Aila Miller, the quiet, cold, and shy type women whose just a janitress at a successful company. She chuckled. "Come on, Aila. You're way better than that look of yours. You want me to give you a makeover?" she asked. I raised my head up and looked at her. "No. No." I immediately refuse, shaking my head wildly. If she gave me a makeover, the real Erica Roberts will show up amd my disguise as Aila Miller would be wasted. "Why not?" she asked. "I don't like makeover's," I shortly replied as