Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Plan Backfired
You would be wondering what a girl like me is doing with her life. Well my name is Emma. I've been taking care of my little brother since I was 16, I'm currently 18. I work part time jobs and jobs of lower rank.
Last year, my brother Tim got sick. His sickness felt like a never ending pain. No medication would work and at the end the we had to opt for surgery, but surgery was expensive.
Surgery required 90 thousand dollars and I didn't have that much money. But I couldn't just do nothing and let my brother die. From there, I heard of Morty. A local gangster who sometimes lends people loan.
I took a loan from him to save my brother's life. But the amount was so much I couldn't return it all back in the promised time. I worked several part time jobs, without even caring for my own health. But they were never enough.
Recently I got a job in a 5 star hotel. I t payed much better and I would be able to return the money in installments. It took a little cnvining. But Morty finally agreed to get the left over amount in installment but to my bad luck, I lost my job. My only hope and it was all because of that Noah Enrique.
If I can just get the money out of him, I'll give it to Morty and then live my life peacefully.
I finally reach the tall glass building. I'm surrounded by many skyscrapers, multiple
of them owned by Noah Enrique.
The building I enter contains the letter NE on the middle.
I walk to the reception and speak lowly, so others may not hear me. After all I'm doing something extremly dangerous.
" I'm here to meet Mr. Noah Enrique. " I whisper.
" Not everyone can meet him miss. He isn't some random person. Do you even know who is he? " She taunts.
" You can call him and confirm. " I again whisper.
She looks at me for a moment, considering my suggestion and then calls.
She talks for a brief second, before looking at me.
" Boss has allowed you in. You can go now. " She states rudely. Angered by the fact that I am allowed in. Strange.
I enter the lift and my eyes bulge out when I find that there are 100 floors in this building.
I press the 100 floor as I was told by the receptionist that the boss is on the top most floor.
I wait in the lift nervously, hoping things will go right.
I finally reach the floor and my legs are shaky. I take a deep breath and walk in, keeping my head low. To worried to take in the decorations and the beauty of the interior.
I walk to the two huge golden gates, the words NE devoted on the expensive wooden doors. Before I can even knock, the doors automatically open and I step in.
There I see Noah Miller seating in all his Glory. Sitting there like the king he is, rich and powerful.
Compared to him, I feel really small and scared. His aura is way to much, it makes me weak. God why does this man have such an effect on me.
" The waitress? " He asks in a deep voice?
I just nod my head.
He smirks at my way and tells me to take a seat. He looks at me, not in a good way. It feel like he is planning my murder in 100 different ways in his mind. His intense stare makes me feel uncomfortable and I shift on the soft leather seat.
" So where's the video? " He asks and I take out my mobile to show him. He watches the video with peculiar interest. But one thing about his body language shows that he is not tensed at all where as I am losing my mind.
" So tell me, is this your first time doing this? Blackmailing someone for money? " He asks with a grin plastered on his face.
" No, I've done it a lot. " I lie, imitating a strong voice.
" Interesting. You like targeting rich men, don't you? " He further asks.
" Enough, just give me the money and I'll delete the video. I don't want too answer your questions. " I shout and he abruptly gets up from his seat.
He slowly walks towards me, taking in my sight from head to toe.
" I know this is your first time, why would someone experienced be stupid enough to come to my office? " The man whispers, before I can get up from my seat, he pushes me back and handcuffs my wrists to the chair arm.
" What... what is this? Uncuff me now! " I exclaim.
Mr. enrique, in return only laughs. Not a sweet kind of laugh though, this one is filled with malice.
" The cops will be arriving here soon, I have all the proofs and even your confession to the crime. In short, you're screwed. " Mr. Noah says, going back to his huge leather chair and sitting there like a boss. His legs spread, eyes staring at me.
" You said you'll give me the money. "
" I lied. " He says, rolling his eyes at my stupidity.
I just look down, crying at my fate. What will happen to Tim, Morty will hurt him. I can't go to prison.
" Why those crocodile tears now love? Shouldn't have tried to defame or blackmail me and this wouldn't have happened to you. " He speaks, in a taunting manner, enjoying every single second of my misery.
" Please don't send me to prison. I really needed money, I didn't think this through. " I beg.
" You committed an illegal act, you did a huge crime. I wonder how many years you will serve in prison. Probably 20 but with my power I can make it a lifetime. " He further scares me and I start sobbing hysterically.
" We can...can solve our matters.... in other ways. Please just anything else. " I try to negotiate.
" What do you have to offer? " He asked, interested in what I had to offer.
But the truth is I have nothing. I don't have money to offer him, and he wouldn't need it either.
" I... look at you, you're so skinny. You need home made meals. " I reply with the sweetest of smile through those tearful eyes.
What did I even say?
" Very funny. Do you have anything else to offer? " He asks, this time very disinterested.
" No, I have nothing. I'm poor so I can't give you any money. What could a person like you want from me? " I ask him, defeated. I'm probably going to jail. But what about Tim?
" Nothing, a person like you has nothing to offer but there is always something a woman can give to a man. . " He says, lurking closer to me.
He strides so close that his breath is falling on my neck.
" Be my mistress. " He whispers and I jerk back instantly.
" No! " I exclaim.
" Fine then, prison it is for you. " He says in a cheery tone, knowing he has me trapped. If only I didn't blackmail him for money.
He sits back on his chair and starts doing his work, looking at his screen where as I just sit there, cuffed thinking about my future.
Do it for Tim, Emma. Just close your eyes and say it.
" Fine, I... I'll do it. I'll be your mistress. " I whisper, my voice barely audible but he hears me.
" Sweet, sign here then. " He mutters, taking out a bundle of paper.
He had it planned since the night I blackmailed him, didn't he?
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