"But I am scared," Lila whispered. "She is going to figure it out. Maybe now, maybe later, but surely. And then what?"
Victor paused, getting slightly irritated. "Lila I do not care if you get caught. What I care about is my task being done."
"Let me just promise you, if she finds out you are going down with me." Lila said exasperated
Victor chuckles. "Lila, Lila, threats don't move me. And if you are so scared of being caught I think you should channel this energy that you are using to threaten me to clean up your tracks." Victor told her
"Is that all you are going to say? You are truly despicable. Unbelievable. You lured me, got me drunk, took advantage of me. All for your sick grand plan." Lila screamed.
Victor pushes the phone away from his ears squeezing his face. He placed the phone on speaker phone and set it down on the counter. "You see this attitude right now is exactly why I did what I did." He told her.
"By the time I am done with you, you will lose everything and your sorry ass will rot in jail!" She screamed, the veins on her forehead prominent.
"You act like you are innocent Lila, we both know you aren't. You are manipulative. So if you are caught I am pretty sure you can weave your way out of it." Victor told her.
"Not if the evidence is damning." Lila replied.
Victor sighed his fingers massaging his temple. He was tired of this conversation, but he knew Lila could be irrational. "Tell you what, let us meet tomorrow for an early dinner to sort things out." He told her.
"Why would I ever agree to dinner with you again?" Lila spat back.
Victor sighed again, "okay what is your location of choice?" He asked her.
"The central park." Lila said
"Fine then, we would play by your rules. Be there at seven." Victor told her and quickly hung up. He walked towards his home bar and poured himself a glass of whiskey sipping it, arms folded. He rested against the bar watching his phone intensely on the table. He was tired of working with incompetent people. He had to rid them soon after they have served their purpose. He needed to do that fast.
Finishing his drink, Victor set the glass back on the table and pushed himself off the table and walked towards his room. He quickly shed his clothes and showered. He stepped out of the bathroom, steam rising off his body as the water droplets glistened on his abs. His black hair flopped to one side, wet and slicked back.
He slid on his clothes and exited the house in a slight rush. He navigated the city streets, pulling up to a discreet, high-end restaurant. He placed a substantial order, a week's worth of meticulously prepared meals, paid in advance and scheduled for delivery. He then drove to Jonah's parents' house. He stepped out of the car carrying the box full of food in his arms, as he moved towards the front door.
He grunted, struggling to push the doorbell and balance the box in his arms at the same time. It was all a show, he had planned. He did not expect a hitch. The chime of the doorbell rang loud, the door opened shortly after. Jonah's mother stood at the door, "Victor?" Shecalled out. The time to put on the act. He staggered and increased his panting.
"Well, good day Mrs. Hartfield. How are you doing?" Victor greeted.
"My, my please do come in." She said opening the door wider for him to walk through. He walked into the house setting the box down on the kitchen counter still panting heavily. Susan stood beside him.
"Victor what surprise did you bring us this time?" She asked.
"Well I knew Mr. Hatfield had just been discharged and I wanted the both of you to have the best and nutrient dense foods for this week while you settle in." He told her as he opened the box setting down the fragrant containers of food on the kitchen island, the rich aromas of roasted meats and delicate sauces filling the air. Jonah's mom's face etched with gratitude, she thanked him profusely.
"Victor, this is far too much," Jonah's mother said, her voice laced with warmth. "You should not have gone to such trouble."
"It is nothing, really," Victor smirked, a disgusting curve on his lips followed right after. "Just a small gesture. I wanted to make sure you both had one less thing to worry about."
"Honey!" Susan called out. "You have got to see this." She said. Mr. Hatfield slowly rolled his wheelchair out from the living room to the kitchen.
"Wow, what is the occasion?" He asked as he looked at all the containers of food laid out. "Nothing, it's just Victor here thought it well to bring us food for the week." Susan explained to him.
"Wow, Thank you so much. You are really a son to us." He said looking at Victor with gratitude.
"Oh it is nothing. In fact I will be looking into getting a private chef to ensure that Mr. Hartfield's health is top notch." He replied.
"Oh, where have you been all this time" Susan said wiping a lone tear from her eyes. They settled around the kitchen counter, while Victor plated a meal for the Hartfield's. Shortly after the sound of cutlery against plates filled the house. Victor cleared his throat
"How are you doing Mr. Hatfield?" He asked.
"I am doing great as you can see and even much better now you are here." Mr. Hatfield answered.
"Oh that is great. Any other checkups or appointments left?" Victor asked.
Susan cut in as Gregory chewed, "Well he was just advised to return next year for a routine check up and whenever he feels any pain."
"Oh that's wonderful." Victor said. He paused his brow furrowed and brief silence filled the house. XDoes Jonah know you have been discharged?" He asked. Susan dropped her cutlery and rolled her eyes in irritation.
"We did not inform him we were leaving but he should have found out by now." She said her tone flat.
"Oh." Victor said nodding. "You know I was just worried about him, he put in his resignation letter a few days ago." Victor said.