Chapter 51 The Name She Wants to Bury
MAGDALENA couldn't take Eva's expression off her mind even when she's already at work. Lucian assured her that Eva won't report to Viktor, but that's not what bothers her. She was bothered about something she couldn't explain.
The look on Eva's face bothered her. And she was thinking of talking to the young maid later.
"Miss Mendoza." A cold voice that called up Lena brought her back to reality.
She immediately pulled herself up and stared at the tall, handsome man standing in front of her. Terrence Blackwood, the CEO of the company, the snobbish man she met in the elevator on her first day, was looking at her coldly through his specs.
"Yes, sir?" She responded politely.
"Come with me. I'm meeting a possible investor today. I need you to do the minutes for me," Mr. Blackwood said, and Lena immediately nodded.
Miss Winnie is not around. She filed a sick leave, the CEO had been giving her Miss Winnie's responsibilities since this morning. She didn't refuse. Besides, the executive receptionist is not as busy as the other receptionist.
Carrying the company laptop and her bag, Lena followed Mr. Blackwood silently. At the lobby, Lena noticed that the employees were looking at them. They're probably wondering why she's following the handsome CEO. Or, they probably realized who she is now.
Lena swallowed hard and took a deep sigh, ignoring the judgmental gaze.
"Can you drive?" Mr. Blackwood asked.
Lena immediately nodded. "Yes, sir." Her late husband, Danilo, taught her how to drive.
Mr. Blackwood handed her the car key. She was about to open the door of the backseat for him when he did it himself. Lena just pressed her lips together and entered the driver seat.
It's been a long time since she drove a car, and she loved the familiar feeling of holding the steering wheel.
"Drive to the La Roya Cuisine," Mr. Blackwood said after Lena started the car.
"Yes, sir," she answered and started driving carefully.
The drive was silent. Lena was comfortable because Mr. Blackwood doesn't seem interested in her. He wasn't saying anything, or showing his curiosity about her. She knows that he already knows who she is, and she appreciates his silence about it.
When they arrived at their destination, they went to the reserved VIP room and a middle-aged man in a suit was waiting for them.
Lena knows what to do. She immediately turned the laptop on and prepared to write the minutes. The meeting started and Lena was thankful that Mr. Blackwood brought her here. The thoughts bothering her earlier were pushed to the farthest corner of her mind.
Lunch came after their meeting. A short conversation followed before the investor bid his goodbye and left.
They were already at the lobby of the restaurant when Mr. Blackwood spoke. "Wait for me here, Miss Mendoza. I'll just go to the restroom."
"Okay, Sir," Lena answered and stood at the corner beside an indoor plant.
The lobby of the restaurant screams luxury. The white, gold, and brown theme of the walls, ceiling, and furniture feels warm in her eyes. She remembered the time she went here with Danilo and Angel. She wanted to come here again with her daughter. And probably with the man she wants to spend her life with.
And there's only one man in her mind right now. Thinking about him makes her heartbeat race.
"Maggie?" A male voice called her.
Lena froze upon hearing that name. The name she's not proud of. Her blood ran cold and her breathing almost stopped.
She turned, only to see two men and two women looking at her. They don't know the three, but she knows the man who called her using that name. He was one of her customers. He's just the same age as her, and he's a very wealthy man too. He was her last client before she was accused of murdering her husband.
Lena was suddenly tense. She wanted to walk away, but the man blocked her way, whistling.
"Woah! Wait up!" He smirked at her. "Hello there, babe. Fancy seeing you here."
The woman clinging to the man's arm scoffed. "Who is she, babe?"
"Just someone I hooked up with," the man answered confidently while Lena felt so small.
She sucked her breath, wanting to leave but the man grabbed her wrist. "Hey, wait! Why are you in a rush? Are you with someone? Wait, are you with that lawyer? The old man? I heard you're now his slut. You really have a thing with older men, huh?"
Lena shook her head. "I don't know you-"
"Don't play dumb!" The man scoffed, his voice raising. "It's not like you didn't enjoy my c-ck slamming into your dirty little p-ssy-fck!"
He didn't get to finish his words because someone's shoe fled to his forehead.
Lena's eyes widened as she turned to the man walking towards her, missing one black shoe. He fixed his specs and looked at the four people in front of her through his thick eyelashes and furrowed brows.
It was Terrence Blackwood, her boss.
His jaw ticked. "Watch your mouth, motherfcker."
"Who the fck are you?" The man growled. "Are you this slut's customer too? Did she satisfy you that much that you were bewitched by this wash-up prostitute-"
Lena gasped and cupped her mouth. This time, it wasn't Mr. Blackwood's shoe, but his fist.
"What's going on here?" A man suddenly arrived. He was the manager who assisted them earlier.
Mr. Blackwood picked up his shoe and threw a glare at the man he punched. He was now on the floor, stunned and obviously angry. His nose is now bleeding and the sharpness of his gaze was enough evidence that he was also a powerful man from a powerful family.
"Ban these people or I'll tear this building down," Mr. Blackwood warned and the manager immediately called the security.
Lena was still shocked as she stared at Mr. Blackwood. She doesn't know what to say. And when he turned to her, she caught his freezing cold stares.
"Let's go, Miss Mendoza," his tone was spitting poison as his jaw ticked. "Don't waste time on useless people."
Still stunned, she nodded and followed her boss, but she looked back. The man who insulted her was glaring at her now, and she can see intense rage in his eyes. There was a warning in them. A threat that he will not let this slide, he will not let her walk freely.
Lena swallowed hard and followed her boss. Her eyes were glued to the floor as she walked. When they arrived here, she walked confidently because she's wearing a company I.D, and working in a clean industry. But now, she's too ashamed to lift her head. She's too scared to meet judgmental eyes again.
She crumbled. Again.