Chapter 158 A Gold Digging Bitch
Sarah was in her bedroom, her personal bedroom and not her matrimonial one. Whatever was happening to Jessica was none of her concern anymore, after all, the witch was heartless and she wanted her head.
Rather than focusing on the lover's quarrel, she decided to focus on her own task.
In order to save herself, she had to destroy Cara. "That should not be too much of a work now, should it?" She asked herself.
Silence fell over her for a second as she thought of the perfect way to make cars crumble into pieces and never be able to return from it.
Maybe a scandal. That was the perfect idea. But what exactly should she post about her? What had Cara done that she knew about and it was enough to destroy her good image?
An idea suddenly struck her and she picked up her phone and placed a call through. "Hello?"
"Hello ma'am! It has been a while since I have heard from you." A cheery masculine voice responded from the other end of the phone.
"Yeah I know. I have been very busy. Actually I called because I need your help." She said, trying to skip all unnecessary greetings.
"Ah of course, why else will someone in your level reach out to a lowly journalist as myself? What can I do for you?" He realized she wanted to go straight to the point and decided not to linger on unnecessary discussions either.
"I have a very juicy story for you on a particular someone who is now a big shot in the city." She started.
"Really?" The journalist grew more interested. "And who could that be?"
"You must know my son's ex wife, Cara Smith, now preparing to narry Romeo Armani. You do right?" She questioned.
"Yeah of course I do. What about her?"
"I have quite an interesting story about her that is sure to make everyone go crazy. It will trend, it will be more than viral." A pleased smile drew on her face.
"Ah..." The journalist suddenly sounded uninterested. "Maybe call somebody else for this job, sorry but no can do."
Her smile faded in an instant. "What?! What do you mean 'no can do'? Why can't you do?!" She demanded angrily.
"Ma'am..." He chuckled softly. "Did you even hear yourself? She is going to be an Armani in just a day's time! A day and you want me to mess with her? The Armani family are not the kind of receive ridicule or criticism without a fight unless they deserve it.
"I need a big meaty story to be honest but this? This could ruin me! It could get me fired or worse, sent behind bars. I will never try to overstep my bounds by messing with an Armani." He explained to her.
A scoff left her mouth before she even realized it. How dare Cara run to a family that was untouchable? How dare she try to enjoy fame and wealth after divorcing her son? She would not allow that. Never.
"You are just a journalist! They cannot harm you! And if they try, we frame them even more by saying it is an act to stop the truth from being made public!" She desperately added.
The journalist though did not still seemed convinced enough to take such risk. The power, might and influence of the Armani family was widely known and it was nothing to joke about.
"I'll pay you gd dammit!" She spat out.
His interest was suddenly ignited. "You will pay me for this?"
"Yes! Enough to cover whatever damage might come to you! Believe me this is very important to me!"
Indeed it was. Her fate, unfortunately, no longer laid in her hands but in the hands of Jessica and only if she could fulfill her wish would she convince Michael to let her stay.
She could not believe how much of a dependent fool her husband had turned out to be. Could he really be blamed though? Jessica was a very cunning woman.
She had her way of making people do whatever she wanted, bending them in ways they never knew they could bend.
That was true power if she were to be honest but Sarah did not like it since she did not wield it.
"I need a number." The journalist's voice called her out of his thoughts. "A figure, big enough like you promised. Half wired now and the rest later."
She scoffed. "Oh you have got to be kidding me! Do you really think that I would try to scam you? That I would promise you money and not give it to you?"
"Ma'am, this isn't a matter of that. If you really want the job done then you will have to play by my rules and conditions."
"You speak so confidently when you are a nobody. Do you think I cannot find another man for the job?" Her thin brow arched.
"Be my guest, don't just come back begging when everyone else turns you down. That would be a foolish waste of time anyway because you already know that I am the only journalist bold enough to take risks for you."
Sarah fell silent. He was right. The bastard was right. Hadn't he promised to do anything she wanted when they had sx? Why was he suddenly so demanding?
He was not to be blamed though, it was the power of the Armani that scared him.
"Ten million dollars, five now, five after plus... A nice night out." She bit down on her lower lip.
As angry as she was, the journalist was just too good in bed and she could not lose out on that. She could never, not when her husband was lacking.
He clicked his tongue in thoughts and waited a few seconds before finally deciding on what to do with her offer. "Tell me the story." He concluded.
The grin on Sarah's face widened as she heard his response. "A gold digging btch..."