In Love With My Bully-Chapter 39: Smoking Gun

We parked outside the gate at Gwen’s house, and Martin headed to the guard to inform his boss of my presence. A few minutes later, I saw her come out of the compound, heading towards the car. The look of surprise on her face was obvious as I stepped out of the car.

"What’s wrong? Expecting someone else? My husband perhaps?" I asked as I leaned leisurely on the car.

"What are you doing here?" she hugged her robe properly around her body.

"Your traipsing around my husband has gone on long enough, sweetie. It has to stop."

"That is not up to me and with my current condition, I don’t even see how that’s possible."

I smiled. I am not a mean person but a lot of people are counting on the success of Richard and those people are very dear and special to me. I had to do whatever it takes to make sure he doesn’t fail.

"yeah, I heard about your ’condition’. Don’t get me wrong, Richard will do right by you, you will get all the perks that come with bearing a Numero heir. No one is going to drag that position with you."

"So why are you here exactly."

"I came to tell you, uh... no... to instruct you to keep your ’condition’ to yourself and to only close relations of the Numero family, until they deem fit to make it public."

"I don’t know who you think you are, you think ’cause you are Richard’s wife, you have some kind of authority. Girl, I still remember you as the burger queen, inconsequential. I mean if you mattered, your husband won’t be fucking me while married to you,"

I knew that was going to come up, I was prepared. But it didn’t hurt any less.

"I didn’t come here to banter. But let me tell you what is going to happen should this get out. One of the perks of being Richard’s wife is having access. A lot of people want to do me favors and I quite remember that you currently have a contract with Numero Jewelries. That will be the first to go," I stood toe to toe with her so she could catch exactly how serious and motivated I was.

"I will brand you a shameless seductress and home wrecker in the media and believe me, I have one of the best press managers money can buy. No company will touch you. Your career will be over in minutes. The only thing you will have going for you will be the child you are carrying and if you push me too hard, I will question the paternity of the child."

"You cannot do that,"

I put a finger under her chin. "Sweetie, I don’t want to but I will. All you have to do is keep your mouth shut."

I turned to get in the car when I suddenly remembered something. "Tell me, how did you know Richard was in Atlanta and how did you know exactly where to find him?"

"I..." she started and then hesitated. I could almost see the way her brain works. Stupid!

"Martin, I think she needs some motivation," Martin understood his assignment and was immediately at Gwen’s side. I am not a monster, I wasn’t going to hurt a pregnant woman but she didn’t know that.

Gwen looked up at Martin who towered over her menacingly, his muscles bulging.

"I asked Sam! Sam told me where he was!"

"I thought as much... have a nice day Sweetie and take care of the Numero heir," I finished and got back in the car. Damn! I am a bitch!

*****

When I got to the office, I dedicated my time to going through the documents Sam had returned. They were impeccable. I had spent the past week going over them again and again, there was a reason for every discrepancy.

It was perfect, too perfect. But I was determined to find something, there had to be something. He must have made a mistake.

I knew he was embezzling funds but the reports he submitted suddenly looked like the vendors had appeared out of nowhere. I swiped the papers and files on my table to the floor in frustration. The urge to cry was strong but my mother-in-law’s words echoed in my ears ’Be formidable’.

How could one be formidable with a broken heart? It cripples, it renders one useless.

There was a knock on the door and Victor poked his head in and asked if I had a minute.

I nodded, wiping the tiny bit of moisture that had escaped from my eyes, and got up to begin picking up the mess I made.

"It looks like a storm went through here,"

"Maybe it did..." I said, sniffing my nose and sorting papers.

"Everything alright there?" he asked, taking a seat on the chair in front of my desk.

In the past weeks since my job was threatened, we have been working more closely. Maybe he finally accepted that I genuinely love my husband or he was just being a nice co-worker, whichever it is, I am glad I have someone aside from the Numeros in my corner.

"I came to invite you and Richard to my birthday party on Sunday. I sent a virtual IV to close colleagues here but I thought to inform you in person,"

"you still celebrate your birthdays?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah... yeah... I know you think it’s juvenile. It drove you crazy every year, initially it was for networking purposes but then an added bonus was to rile you. I used to find it cute when you would go on and on about planning a party."

"I still think it’s juvenile."

"Even now that life as a Numero comes with attending a dozen parties every weekend?"

I sat in my chair. "I should get used to that, shouldn’t I?"

"You need people in your husband’s corner. Richard was born with a silver spoon, everything was handed to him. he thinks people are a disturbance, a nuisance because he got handed the power. People are a necessity, even when they rub you the wrong way, they need to owe you favors,"

I looked at him with hooded eyes, grasping the meaning of what he had just said. "Is that why you saved my job? So I can owe you a favor?" frёewebnoѵēl.com

"No,.." he got up to leave. "I saved your job so your husband owes me a favor." He said his eyes twinkling.

I smiled and shooed him out of my office. I thought about what he said, owing a favor... owing a favor... My heart raced.

I think I just found my smoking gun. I shuffled through the documents I had earlier discarded until I found what I was looking for. There; buried in the middle of numbers, details, and descriptions was what I needed to bury Sam.