Written By : Pamela James
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As Marie walked through the door, she glanced at him with a raised eyebrow and fell down into the chair in front of him.
“So? Why did you call me?” she asked.
He stayed silent, staring at her, brooding over the fact that Marie may have betrayed him.
“You realize part of your contract is to tell me all about what Daniella says and does with you, right?” he started.
She looked at him weirdly.
“Okay? So what?”
“So, when I’m under the assumption that you have not fully exercised your duties, it makes me suspicious,” he stated.
She painted a thin line on her lips and crossed her arms.
“Are you saying that I haven’t told you everything?”
He gave her a hard stare and asked sternly,
” Have you?”
He watched as Marie glared at him.
She was bold, he knew that, but not enough for him to back down from what he wanted to hear from her.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she huffed.
He squinted his eyes.
“Just when I thought that you were some selfish b!tch who only thought about money,” he chuckled darkly.
“Tell me what happened with Daniella. I know you’re keeping something from me.”
A few long seconds had passed before Marie gritted her teeth.
“Whatever, it’s not like I’m her actual friend,” she murmured.
“Look, I just helped her meet up with her parents since she’s being locked up by a possessive as$hole. That’s it. ”
Damien scowled at her distastefully.
He knew he shouldn’t have trusted someone else to do his work.
They always betray you in the end.
“That’s it? If I wanted someone who kept secrets from their employer I would have contacted some pubescent deranged kid who works at 7-Eleven and steals the tips,” he attacked.
“Hey, I have morals. Unlike you.”
“Shut the fvck up,” he sighed frustratingly.
Marie clicked her tongue annoyed and quickly snatched her bag before standing up.
“Fvck you and your fvcked up head. I hope Daniella divorces your psycho a$s,” she growled, storming out.
Damien didn’t listen.
He just sat there with his hands in his face staring angrily at the wall.
Later on, he came back home to the condo and slammed the door shut behind him.
He couldn’t believe the nerve of that b!tch. He paid her to keep an eye on Damien but obviously, that didn’t work out.
Just when he thought she would be useful.
There was no way he was entrusting someone to look after Daniella like that ever again.
“Damien?” he heard Daniella suddenly say.
He turned around to look at her and saw her face looking puzzled.
“Sorry, was I too loud?” he asked with a sigh.
“Did something happen?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he shook his head.
“It doesn’t look like nothing,” she mumbled.
He sighed and ruffled his hair before walking over to the kitchen and making a cup of coffee.
He needed something strong to ease the tension.
“Some people just don’t know how to follow contracts,” he scowled, sipping on the freshly brewed cup.
“What happened?” she asked.
“For one, my wife has been keeping secrets from me and two, that stup!d woman decided to become useless,” he said frustratingly.
“What secrets?” she asked confused.
“And what woman?”
“Who the woman is doesn’t matter anymore. But about the secrets— I don’t know Daniella, you tell me. Where exactly did you go yesterday?” he asked angrily.
He saw her widen her eyes but this only made his anger grow.
She realized that she was caught red-handed.
“Marie was just helping me meet them since you wouldn’t let me,” she murmured defensively.
He growled and suddenly he threw his ceramic cup on the floor sending broken pieces to fly around the kitchen, hitting the cupboards and tiles.
“That little b!tch,” he whispered frustratingly.
“Don’t get mad at her. It’s not her fault,” Daniella added.
That only made him angrier.
The fact that she was defending someone else when he was the one being lied to.
“If it weren’t for her breaching her contract, I wouldn’t have this problem in the first place,” he huffed.
“What?” she puzzled.