Chapter 3
On a fine Saturday morning, I felt depressed as my nudity body was out there for men in my law firm to see and for them to forward to their other weird old man friend. I got up to make some tea, and my phone started to ring.
"Hey, Miss Brown. I want you to do some research for me on a client."
"Hello, Mr. Richards, I am suspended. I'm unable to do any work currently.
"Miss Brown, I need you. You're the only one that can do the work I want."
"You will have to pay me outside of the business account," I said.
"I'll make it worthwhile." He said stoically.
"Aren't you afraid you get in trouble?" I asked curiously.
"In trouble? I'm a partner, not an employee, ma'am.
"So, as a partner, can you get my job back?"
"The answer will depend on how long it takes you to complete this job," He joked.
"You know I can have this done in less than a day, right?"
"Yes, I know you are a computer professional, so I'm still wondering why someone was able to leak your nudes unless you are sending them out." He said with concern in his voice then finished with "Nice body, by the way."
"My ex took them on his phone. I've never seen those photos before, so he must've taken them without my knowing. I confirmed.
"But it's from your work email. He had to be able to log in with your work credentials." He asked.
"I'm still trying to figure out how he was able to do that. I've known him for years, and I doubt he knows how to use a scientific calculator." I retorted.
"I can't help but notice that you still seem hopeful even though your nudes were leaked. You do know that I can be your Lawyer if you decide to sue him, right?"
"Yeah, I can't afford a lawyer right now. I'm unemployed." I responded.
"Bro Bono, if you can get this done for me." He continued.
"I'm not ready to sue as yet; I have something that I need to do first," I replied.
"Okay, I don't want you to worry. You are the best Researcher I know. If they don't want to vote for you to stay, then I'll take you for myself."
"Wow, you mean that?" I felt emotional. I didn't know that Mr. Richard cared about me and valued my work. I thought I was just seen as one of the others.
"You've done exceptional work, and you've helped me win some very difficult cases. Your research skills are out of this world. " He continued.
"Thank you for appreciating my work. What do you want me to research?" I changed the flow of the conversation.
"It's about Mr. Morgan. The billionaire who owns all the apartment complexes in Inwood Heights and Upper St. Andrew. His children are suing him for abandoning them and child negligence."
"It sounds like he should actually pay. The man has been a terrible person to the natives that were living there before he forced them out. "
"Let's not discuss this over the phone as the calls are recorded. I can come by your apartment tomorrow.
I looked around and saw that the place was a mess, and I didn't plan on cleaning it up by tomorrow.
"Can I meet you at the coffee shop on Holly Avenue?" I interjected.
"Sure, 10:00 am?" He asked.
"Sounds good," I confirmed.
I finished the call and started doing some research. Mr. Morgan is an awful businessman, but he is very successful.
After about 35 minutes, my phone rang again, and I saw that Junior was calling. I didn't answer. I heard someone knocking.
"Bri, I know you're in there; I can hear you ignoring my calls. I'm sorry for what I did. " He shouted.
I went to the door. I recently changed the lock, so he couldn't just walk in without my allowing him.
"I want you to leave my door and never come back here, psychopath. I lost my only source of income because of you." I shouted.
"I was angry that you were breaking up with me; I'm sorry!"
"I was supposed to break up with you a long time ago. You kept hurting me, and you are going to pay for all that you put me through.' I screamed.
"Is that a threat, Sabrina? Pull the door and say that to my face." By a snip of a finger, he can change from apologetic to crazy psycho.
I could tell that he was getting angry, and I was scared. He had punched a guy at a party for looking at me for too long and did other bizarre things to strangers if they ever said anything to me. He never hit me, but I know that he wanted to several times. He emotionally and verbally abused me and then made up for it and as the fool I was I always take him back.
"Leave my door before I call the police on you! I should get you arrested for what you did to me!" I shouted.
"You wouldn't dare do that; else I will make an example out of you. You walk around like you are high and mighty, but you aren't better than a stripper or the girls selling their bodies. I did you a favour and gave you your first start. You should be thanking me."
I was livid. I was tempted to open the door and hit him, but I was scared. He didn't care; hurting me was a fun pastime for him.
"I want you to never speak to me again and don't ever come here!"
"You can't tell me that. I own you, Sabrina. You don't just walk away from me; I can walk away from you. I took away your job, so if you don't wish to start selling your body, then you'll be begging for me to take you back."
"I don't want anything to do with you again. I'm done with you!"
I heard him walking away, and his car drove off. I couldn't stop crying. I was hurt, and I wanted him to feel as he made me feel. I was determined to give him the revenge of his lifetime. I will torture him little by little. I will make him feel it. He will feel how he made me feel, and I am going to enjoy it.
I pulled out my vision board and started jotting down things I would do to Junior.