“Yes, that’s right!” Carmen laughed. “I know who you are.” She smirked. “Darn! You had us all fooled, you smooth bitch!” She continued to laugh, placing both her hands on the table for support, feeling proud to have MJ Billings at her mercy. At least that was what she thought.
She had no idea what MJ Billings had in store for her. “And I underestimated you.” MJ said, sitting up straight. You have it bad! MJ thought.
Carmen was willing to do anything to keep Logan that she did not realize the mistake she had made, but even if she did, it would have been too late. Not only did MJ Billings have leverage on her now, she practically had her life in her hands. But like the snake she was, MJ kept quiet, preying on her like silent venom.
“And I proved you wrong.” Carmen said proudly.
MJ studied her. She was a fair girl, beautiful beyond doubt. She was wearing a short brown b
She could not remember the last time she felt such an adrenaline rush; it set her body on fire as excitement coursed through her veins.The apprehension she felt before, dissipated the moment she realised that she was basically alone on the top floor of Logan Parker's house. Who knew what secrets this house held?She still remembered Logan's house from her childhood years and back when they were dating. There were many rooms, but she knew where the important ones were; including his study, office, and his bedroom – the perfect places to bury his secrets and important information.From what she remembered, there were no cameras; hopefully that was still the case. She surveyed the house until she found his room, and as expected; it was locked. Logan never trusted anyone when it came to his personal spaces, especially since he was a heavy sleeper.MJ found his office, and strangely, it was not locked; it seemed as though he was
Laughter and chattering filled the building as the workers moved about their workstations as if hit by a wave of eureka. Although the employees of Billings Corporation looked carefree, they were anything but and hopelessly aimed to impress their boss.It was 7:15 a.m., exactly fifteen minutes into the workday, and their boss were still not at work. Most of the time, their boss was here before 7 a.m. to avoid running into any one of them; most of the employees did not even know whom they were serving, but they had been warned about the tyrant of a boss and how they had to be punctual because their boss hated tardiness. Another thing they had been warned about was noise; they were told that the boss hated noise, so they had to be as quiet as possible- something they never failed. They feared a force they had never met.It was a shock when the entire building fell into silence.It was as if the place had suddenly turned into a graveyard filled with d
It was around 5 p.m. when MJ arrived outside her friend's apartment building.Liam never thought MJ Billings had friends. The only person close to a friend he knew was Anita. MJ never spoke about this friend. He had never heard of her.When they arrived at the building, she was colder and the hatred on her face was inevitable. She stepped out of the car and watched as an elegant woman who looked like she had just stepped out of a magazine stepped out of the huge building, simply wearing blue denim jeans, a white top, a light woollen navy blue jersey, and black push-in sleepers. She was a white woman probably in her early thirties. She was slender and had long, dark hair that reached below her shoulders.“May Jeanette!” She squealed, but MJ returned a tight-lipped smile.“Call me that again, and you will regret ever calling me.” She threatened, and Sonya Smith’s smile faded.“It’s good to see you too!” Sonya said sarcastical
MJ and Liam drove to a new restaurant that had just opened Bon Appétit, and then MJ ordered him to join her for dinner.“Me?” He asked, not believing that MJ Billings invited him to have dinner with her at a fancy restaurant. He consciously smoothened his suit, fixed his white shirt and tie, and then he bent towards the car mirror to fix his hair.“Auburn!” He jumped at his boss’ cold voice and bumped his head in the process. He quickly straightened up and hurried to where she stood. “I hate waiting.” She said with a blank face and walked into the restaurant. Liam took in a shaky breath and followed her inside.Once inside, they were greeted by a young coloured waitress. "Hello and welcome to Bon Appétit." She said warmly, and MJ took a liking in her immediately. "Please follow me this way." She said and led them to their table. "Here are our menus, please call me when you are ready to order." She said once they were seated."Thank you
The monstrosity of a white mansion stood out in the outskirts of the city of Cape Town; its beauty illuminating the quiet and bare neighbourhood. The yard was so wide and spacious that it could accommodate an entire community of squatters. It was fenced with long, simple white walls accompanied by huge black gates and a small white security house.Flowers of different kinds adorned the front yard and a big, beautiful fountain stood at the centre. A huge balcony stood in the middle, dividing the two wings, its brown wooden chairs, and tables, beautiful artificial flowers, and trees giving it a natural look. The huge glass sliding doors behind the white couches and coffee table only increased one's curiosity on what lay behind the beautiful scenery.The expensive cars littering the yard as well as the security posted at every corner were a clear indication that the owner of this beautiful exhibit was well off.The backyard was almost like a replica
MJ Billings did not want to find herself in the company of the woman who made her life a living hell. After what happened at the restaurant, all she wanted to do was to shoot at something; it was a pity that she could not put a face to the man who had slurred at her.She did not understand why some men had to be perverted. It was as if all they could muster was trampling all over women like dirt under their shoes. They refused to see a woman's worth; all they saw in a woman was a new set of bedding to cover their beds for the night. Just the thought of it made MJ hate the man even more.Throughout the entire ride, her mind kept wandering off to the stranger. She wanted to know who he was so that the next time she saw him, she would smash the bottle on his stupid head.Usually, she was good at containing her anger, but his resilience and Sonya Smith’s threats pushed her hand. Sonya had been sending her threats during the entire dinner. If anyone no
The next morning, Sonya was shocked to find MJ working on her laptop. She looked like she had just taken a shower and was wearing a black gown, and her hair was wet. “Good morning.” Sonya greeted, letting her presence known. MJ ignored her and took a sip of her tea while she continued staring at her screen.Sonya snarled at her and walked to the kitchen island to prepare herself some cereal. She took her bowl, plopped down next to MJ, and then she threw her feet on the coffee table. MJ watched her from the corner of her eye. Sonya was wearing blue jeans, a pitch shirt, and her feet were covered in white socks. They sat there in silence; MJ sitting with her back facing Sonya while she sat Indian style on the couch with her laptop placed on the armrest.Sonya kept scowling at MJ’s back while annoyingly eating her cereal, making sure that the spoon clicked against the ceramic bowl. “We have to go and see my boss today before I leave.” She finally spoke up and gr
Walking into Billings' Cooperation, the man expected the place to be well organized and silent, but to his surprise, the place was as loud as a zoo during tourist hours as the people walked around freely, doing what they were paid to do.He took in a deep breath and sauntered to the reception desk where the blonde secretary was busy talking on the phone. David Botha was never the man to ask for favours, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and right now he was desperate.Having worked as a private detective for over twenty years, he had travelled the world and had a lot of connections worldwide. He was the best private detective ever known and worked for rich people.He had never been in this part of London before and had never stepped foot into a single building belonging to the Billings.“Hello, how may I help you?” The blonde woman asked, giving him a warm smile.“Hi, I am here to see Jorge Billings.” He sa