Chapter 4
I got the research done for Mr Richard, and to my not so surprise, the client was impregnating women left, right, and centre; this man just walked around with his pants below his knee and threw his penis around to any woman that allowed him.
I got ready. I looked around to see if Junior was outside. I checked the location that I had turned on when I hacked his phone, and it showed that he was near where I work, so if I take the other direction. I am 90% sure that I wouldn't run into him.
I got to the coffee shop, and Mr. Richard was already there waiting for me. He was on time, and his face was as handsome as ever. He is so breathtaking that I could climb over the table and devote myself to him to do whatever he likes.
He got up and greeted me, "Good morning."
"Good morning" I replied.
"You do know that this man is a psycho-baby maker, right?" I asked.
"He was having a lot of fun back in the 90s, it's a man's world."
"Well, my apology for saying this man is an asshole, and he should settle and just pay the child support. There's no way he's going to win. The evidence is there, he knows about all of them. He refused to pay the child support and even threatened each mother to not report it. The children are now taking it into their own hands. He needs to pay."
"We don't talk about our clients like that, and I don't believe we should settle. They are asking for 2 million each. That would clear him out," Mr Richard stated.
"He's 95. Does he plan on carrying the money to his grave? His children deserve it."
He released a sigh.
"How about he adds them to his will and all children sign a contract that would only take effect after his death," I suggested.
"What if he lives until 150." Mr Richards jokes
"I've researched this man. He drinks beer like it is water. There's no way his liver going to make it to 100."
"I will recommend this to him in the deposition tomorrow where all children will show up with their lawyer."
"Wow, that is interesting 15 children is a lot in one meeting. I believe a group of 5 would work," I suggested.
"That's a good idea." He agreed.
"He is a bad man, he's lucky he's one of the richest men in upper St Andrew else a heart attack would've taken him out before his liver." I retorted.
"You're funny one, Miss Brown. I wanted to ask if you would be open to just working for me if you don't get your job back. I can hire you independently, and you could do more than just paralegal work for everyone. You're pretty good."
"Thank you for the offer. If the other partners don't vote me out, then you'll have me all to yourself." I replied.
"I am hoping they vote you out then." He said.
"You better vote for me else I'm going to inform Mr. Morgan's kids about the accounts in Grenada." I laughed.
"You can count on my vote." He laughed.
I was in a better mood, I felt like I had a purpose. If I don't get my job back, then I know I will be good.
I left the coffee shop after about 30 minutes of talking about who is better at guessing people's age. I got to see Mr. Richard as a friend.
back to ruining Junior's life. I'm getting a new email, a burner, and a new phone number. I can't let him trace anything back to me. I got a VPN installed so he cannot track my IP address. I was going after his job. I sent an email to his boss with attachments of him smoking crack, my photoshop skills came in very handy and it looked more real than a real picture.
It didn't take long for me to hear his car pulling up to my driveway.
"You bitch! You photoshopped me doing cocaine. I'm going to kill you."
I was scared but I was putting on a brave face.
"You got me fired because you want me to come begging for you to take me back, but it seems like you are the one that's going to be begging," I shouted.
"Yeah, I'm a man, I can get another well-paying job if I want as for you, nobody wants a fucking paralegal."
"Seems like somebody else wants me because I got another job offer," I said while trying to hide that I was scared.
"Yeah, at a strip club." He forced a laugh.
He couldn't believe that I got another job. I used to complain to him that it was hard finding a paralegal job because the turnover is low, so he's using this as his only source of retribution.
"I didn't answer, and he banged my door with all his energy."
"Junior, if you don't leave my house, I'm going to call the police."
"Call the police and tell them what, bitch?"
I remembered that he was close friends with the local PD, and the last time I reported something he did, they brushed it off because he's one of the bros. The police didn't take me seriously ever because he told them that I was crazy, and I was on meds. I do take anxiety medication because I have terrible anxiety, but the only mental issue that I have is that I allowed this man to control and walk over me for too long.
I'm glad that my house has a garage because I know he would've done something to my car if it was outside.
"You are going to stay inside the whole time? You got to come out at some point." He shouted after I didn't answer him.
It was silent for a minute, and I heard faint footsteps walking towards the outskirts of my yard. I was still frightened, but my need for revenge had expanded, and I was going to take this man to the brink of death.
I heard my window smash suddenly, and I knew that he might become violent and would hit me.
"My boss is looking at me like an addict."
"You're an addict." I cried; I was stupidly scared.
"I just smoke weed. You know my company doesn't allow employees to smoke."
"I'm going to kill you. Think you are going to ruin my life and move on? I get to do that to you, not the other way around!
At this point, both of us were at the same time. I guess the drug thing struck a nerve, but he should look at the bright side. I didn't send his small dick so all the employees could see. He wouldn't show up to work because he was insecure about his penis size. I am currently logged into all his apps on his phone. My computer skills came in handy, and I logged into everything.
I'm going to turn the fire up under his tail just a bit, or maybe more than a bit.