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I had no intention of letting anybody harbor the notion that anything could be taken from me. Not my will, my wants, and definitely not the billion-dollar company I'd built from scratch. One thing I'd learned from my bitter experiences over the years was that compassion killed faster than a bullet wound. And the moment I'd finally gotten control, I made sure to live through that logic enough for everyone to know that to cross me meant death.
I was no longer the stupid little girl who had allowed a few sweet words and some kisses to tear her apart from the inside out - too weak to see it until it was too late. That experience had killed the foolish, naive part of me and I couldn't be more grateful. But that was as much as I could take. No one would ever be able to hurt me ever again. I had made sure of that.
I walked towards the large window facing the city and gazed out into the buzzing street, mentally counting down to when my com would ring. All Rita required was five minutes, and she'd get all the information I needed from Mathew. I was betting the story was exactly as I had deduced since I was never wrong on such matters.
Except for that time you were young and dumb.
I immediately banished the thought and dragged from what little remained of my cigar.
How I wish mummy was here to see you now, see who you've become.
It seemed like that annoying inner voice in my head was in the mood to play. But I wasn't ready for her. Not now, or ever. My past was what it was, the past... and I had no joy reliving the gruesome details it entailed. Shaking my head, I puffed my cigar and walked to the polished counter where my mini bar was located. I needed a drink.
Pouring myself a glass of whiskey, I took it all at once, sending it straight down my throat in a burning furnace. It was at that point my com rang. I walked to the table and answered.
Rita's voice came through the sitcom. "The details have been sent to your laptop."
She sounded angry, probably because I hadn't allowed her to explain herself earlier. Maybe she needed a lesson in respect and definitely in attitude. "Come in here, Rita," I commanded.
"No," She whispered. It was almost as if she was trying to be cautious, even while defiling me.
"What did you say?" I drawled, calmly daring her to say it again. Rita was like a sister to me considering the conditions under which we met. She was the only person I could trust and even when she was being a bitch I still loved her. But when it came to working, she knew the rules. As I'd said, I allowed no one to defy me. Not even her.
The phone went dead, and the next minute she was in my office, her head down and her breathing shallow. If she kept daring me, I would be tempted to give her what she so desperately wished for.
"What am I to do with you, Rita?" I asked while watching her closely.
Her head still down, she remained silent. I smiled inwardly. Rita wanted me. I knew that. But I was never going to play into her hands. And considering what I went through at the hands of a man, one would think I should jump at the opportunity of being with the opposite sex. But the truth was, I was damaged beyond repair. I had no intention of being with anyone but myself. And I was happy with that.
I let her stand there for some seconds, blessing her with my intense gaze before muttering; "Now you keep silent? You know you shouldn't be doing this right?"
She looked up at me, eyes wide. "Eve..." she began but then stopped, pursing her lips.
"Go onβ¦" I urged after a few seconds. She cleared her throat, her voice gruff as she began.
"He cheated. His mistresses got the whole thing on cam, and are blackmailing him with it."
My eyebrows rose in amusement. So now she wanted to brief me? Typical of her to avoid my question by changing the topic. Well if she didn't want to admit to her fault then I wasn't going to push her. I had other means of punishment anyway. I could not let whatever this was get out of hand.
"Has he paid his fee?" I asked.
She nodded in response and I smiled. I trusted Rita. She knew never to joke with my money.
"Good," I acclaimed, and after a moment, I added, "Do you still have his wife's number?"
"Yes, I do." She concurred.
"Set up a meeting and inform her of it. Tell her to make sure she doesn't keep me waiting. Even for a microsecond."
Rita's eyebrows rose in suspicion. Or was it curiosity? "What are you up to, Eve?"
"Don't worry, you'll see," I said then picked up my laptop. When I didn't hear any movements, I raised my head from the files to find her still at the door. I rose from the edge of my desk and walked to my chair with my laptop in hand, completely ignoring her. Since she wanted to play, I might as well help her suffer. I plunged into my chair, pulled open the desk drawer, and pulled out my vibrator. As I turned on the toy, I glanced at her.
"In case you didn't get the hint. That was your cue to get out."
It looked like she wanted to defy me - again - and I silently dared her to. After a few minutes of her silently watching me, she turned on her heels and left, slamming the door harder than the first time.
I chuckled.
Apart from the fact that I didn't mix business with pleasure, I had unfinished business with a long-lost relative of hers, and she was the key to my long-awaited revenge. And while we waited, I wasn't going to let emotions jeopardize my victory.
Never again.
With that thought in mind, I placed the vibrator on my clit.