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Time to heal and maybe…just maybe time to forgive me. I just hope it doesn’t take too long, and I just hope I don’t succumb to the despair that comes with his abandonment.
When the time of waiting is over, my Jordan will come to me, and we would continue from where we stopped, building a happy, loving relationship. Me, him, and Skylar.
The next day,no matter how difficult it is, I try my best to put on my poker face when I’m in the office.
It’s excruciatingly challenging to look at Thomas and crank a polite smile when I might very well want to kill him as much as Jordan wants.
Mine is just mental, though, but Jordan has transited into the physical phase with plans and everything.
I find it crazy myself when I walk towards Thomas with the aim of talking to him. I never do that. I would rather send Gretchen to deliver whatever message I have for him and keep our interactions to the barest minimum.
Hell, I’m still healing from all those hurtful words he had said to me over the years. Talking to him feels like opening fresh wounds every time.
“Hi, Thomas. I hope you didn’t sleep well and had a rough night,” I greet him with a sarcastic smile on my face.
“With half of your liquid assets, it was a blast, trust me,” he fires back.
My lips tighten with pain, but I hold it in. “Well, good for you. Happy to see you enjoying the fruits of your labor.”
“Oh, it’s not my labor, alright, it’s easy money. You don’t have to sugarcoat things.” He grins like a Cheshire cat.
Him angering me makes it a lot easier for me to do this.
“Hey, remember the trip we’re supposed to go on at the end of the month?” I ask, almost like I just remembered it.
“To the oil rig, yeah. What about it?”
“Well, I was thinking just you and I go. Plus, my bodyguard; that would make three of us. There’s no need to carry the entire team. Who’s going to stay here and run things?” I introduce the idea to him subtly.
He thinks about It for a while. “I mean, you’re not planning to kill me or anything, are you?”
My heart skips a beat.
“Why do you think I’m taking a bodyguard along?” I tell him. “I don’t want you to kill me. I just think we are the most active in the case of refinery inspection. The other people would give obtuse opinions that are unnecessary.”
By saying this, I just implied that he and I are the two smartest people in the company. He wouldn’t expect me to not praise myself, and the little praise I’ve given him is enough to stroke his ego into acceptance.
“Well, you’re going to protect your bodyguard then. We might just get into a fight there,” he winks. “The stupid cunt has been annoying me ever since you got him.”
I roll my eyes. “Whatever don’t talk to me until we are ready to go. We’ve interacted so much on this conversation alone.”
“Gotcha, baby.” He clicks his fingers back at me. I gag.
But then there’s this small part of me that doesn’t feel right.
I’m literally leading a man to his death, no matter what crime he might have committed.
Whether he lives or dies shouldn’t depend on my opinion, and I shouldn’t be doing this. All through work, my conscience kills me with discomfort, tugging at my inner reasoning until I finally stand up and decide to go and tell him what is happening.
I only make it so far, though. I’ve gone too far with this plot of Jordan’s to quit, no matter how late I have been introduced into it. I’ve just played a major role.
Besides, if Jordan is right, Thomas is a criminal and a killer.
You live by the sword; you die by the sword. I stop just a few steps short of his office and instead of completing the journey, I turn back and go into my office. I feel like a piece of shit and a horrible person, but the situation demands that there’s nothing else to do.
Nothing else than to walk back to my office and seal Thomas’s fate.
In my defense, he brought this on himself. When I get home, which, of course, is much earlier than usual because I’m craving Jordan. He’s with Skylar again, and this time they play a more active game.
