THE BILLIONAIRE’S P.A
EPISODE TWENTY SEVEN AND TWENTY EIGHT
She cocked the gun clearly showing us how serious she actually is.
“You there, move it. Come here.”
She nudged her head towards me. I raised my hands and moved towards her.
“Who else is here!”
Damon answers quickly.
“Very good. You two arrived in a car. I want keys and any thing you have on you. Cash and phones I could sell for money.”
Damon obeyed her demands and got out his car keys alongside a few notes. He quickly used that opportunity to press the panic button.
She caught us by surprise or he would done that long ago.
With the gun still pointed at us, she carefully collected everything. I handed my phone over and the little money I had on me.
“Good luck. You’ve been really helpful. With this, I’ll be able to go far away. Once again, thank you…”
She trailed off smirking.
She started and my heart skipped a beat.
“I have a reputation to keep up so I can’t leave you two like this. It’s nothing personal at all.”
She says pointing the gun at me.
“You’re too smart, you figured me out. You’re “it.” ”
She stated and fired.
The bullet pierces my skin and I Yelp in pain hitting the floor. She turns away trying to run and the cops surrounds us.
After hearing that, I fluttered my eyes shut with Damon hovering over me.
The monitor beeped softly and I regained consciousness.
In front of me was Damon resting on an arm chair. I looked around. I was in a private room, a drip connected to me and my arm hurt like hell.
I moaned in pain the second I tried to move.
Mr O’Conner stirred in his sleep and finally woke up.
He still has his sleepy voice and I know he’s my boss but damn its hot.
I feel a little tired so my voice comes out weak.
“Good news, the cops got her.”
“That’s amazing.” I say truthfully.
“Bad news, she shot you. You’re going to get a full compensation although.”
He says making me feel a little better.
“In that case I want to get shot all the time in stake outs.”
He chuckled at my joke.
“The doctor said nothing important was hit. It was a clean shot. In and out. You only need lots of rest, you should be fine.”
“But there is a catch and a problem.”
He twitches his lips slightly.
“You’re going to be in the hospital for at least two days. That only means you won’t come to work.”
He frowns but I’m still confused.
“I’ll have no other choice than to deduct the payment from your salary.”
I screamed suddenly getting my voice back.
“Actually, I feel perfect. Just peachy.”
He chuckled lightly but I wasn’t done, not even close.
“I feel great. In fact call the doctor, he’ll run as much tests as he wants. Discharge me today. I hate hospital, it’s what making me sick. I can come back to work tomorrow just don’t deduct anything…..”
I trail off sobbing and he starts laughing.
After a while, it’s subsides. I wore a straight look to show him I was not kidding.
I couldn’t let anything be deducted. The plan was straightforward, work for a month and then leave. I needed every dime so getting a little cut off was not an option.
“I mean every word Sir. Just call the doctor.”
“I’m joking. You can leave later today if you’re well rested but I don’t think you should resume work tomorrow. It might be strenuous.”
“I can manage Sir.”
“Sir? It’s way past working hours.”
“I can manage… Damon.”
I finish and he smiles.
“Don’t worry about your salary, I won’t deduct a dime. Just rest for one day, you can continue working on Friday.”
He reassures and I feel relief.
“Alright but it’s weird. I just started and I already have two days off, a P.A shouldn’t be doing that.”
“Well, you’re not like most personal assistants I’ve had so I’ll say it’s okay.”
I have no idea but a warm feeling erupts in my tummy at his words.
“I’ll come by later to sign the discharge papers and take you home. In the meantime, get some rest.”
“Justin had to rush home. He’ll see you when you resume I guess, I’m sorry your date was ruined.”
I half smile. Then, he nods before walking out.
To be frank and honest, my heart jumped when you got shot. I felt it was my fault. I did make the deal after all. I shouldn’t have put us both in danger.
If anything had happened to Miss Salvatore I don’t know what I would’ve done to myself.
My phone started ringing and the investigator I hired called. I got one when I couldn’t shake off the feeling of knowing Elena. He hasn’t gotten back to me so I let it go as a dead end.
📞 Hello Mr O’Cornner. He greeted.
📞 Hello. I responded hoping he had something else to tell me other than charity greeting.
📞 You asked me to look into a “Elena Salvatore.” Cross reference it with you and anything you two might have in common.
📞 Yes, but I want you to forget about it. I’m sure it’s just dejavu.
📞 If you want to let it go sir, that’s okay but I recently discovered new information.
My interest was peaked. I wasn’t over thinking after all.
📞 What did you find.
📞 A couple of years ago, Miss Salvatore and you might have had a run in.
📞 She worked for the Mikeslson and they held a party for their anniversary. Miss Salvatore attended that Party as Mr Mikeslson’s escort. Van Mikeslson to be specific. I suspect that’s where you two met.
📞 Other than that Sir, there’s nothing else.
He added and I became even more curious.
📞 Thank you. I have a new job for you. Forget about me,look into Van Mikeslson and Elena Salvatore.
📞 Okay sir. He says and I hung up.