Chapter 52 CHAPTER 52
Rosaleen’s POV
I was restless for the most part of the day after the heated exchange between Alpha Michael and I. I paced in the office, thrashed items around, swore at no one in particular, and finally I went to Tamara.
“It was you, wasn’t it?” I said, standing in the doorway.
She looked confused. We hadn’t seen since the disciplinary meeting.
“What is the matter?” she asked.
I strolled in. Her office was even more disorganised than the last time I had visited. “Why is Alpha Michael investigating me suddenly?” I asked, watching her.
She blinked. “Investigating you?”
I pushed away a pile of papers on the sofa with my heels and sat on it. “You heard well.”
She shrugged. “I don’t know, Rosaleen. I have no idea why.”
I nodded slowly. “Two days ago, you were in my kitchen snooping around and today, I'm being investigated.”
Her mouth hung open for a few seconds with no words coming out. I knew she was guilty. “You invited me, Rosaleen. I wasn’t even snooping around. They were right there on the table.”
“So, who did you tell about it?”
“No one.” Her reply was too fast.
“You are a lying bitch, Tamara. And I promise you, if I lose my job, I’ll make sure I unleash all hell on you. You’ll lose everything you hold dearly.”
“Rosa-” she started to say, but I got up and waved my hand, silencing her.
“I’m going to be the wife of Alpha Micheal Greywood soon. Don’t you dare call me by my name.”
I walked out. Now that I was just inches away from becoming Michael's wife, I had to make sure I tidied all loose ends. I needed to take care of Marcus the way Ignatio suggested. If Marcus began to talk, I was doomed.
Greywood industries had a park in all their buildings where children could sit and wait for their parents who were doing business within the facility. It was usually quiet as people hardly brought their kids to place of business. I walked into the park, with my phone resting on my ears. I kicked around the field as the call I was trying to place tried to connect.
“Pick up. Pick.”
The line finally connected.
“Ignatio,” I called out.
He grunted. “I said you don’t call me, Rosa. I do the calling.”
“I know,” I said, biting my lips. “This is very urgent. Someone is snooping around Marcus. Where I work, actually. I want you to take care of him.”
He was silent for a second. “Like, take care of him?”
I nodded and squinted at a figure in the distance. “Yes.”
“That’s the right thing to do.” he said.
“Yeah.”
The call ended.
I tapped on my knuckles. Evelyn was hard to get rid of. Miichael was already growing a soft spot towards her. Perhaps, the final bow needed to give to them was to announce to the world that their marriage is fake. My nails clicked rhythmically on the phone case. Something like that would make everyone hate her. They would hate Michael too, but no one kept malice with a billionaire. With that kind of news, I was very sure Alpha Raymond would want her gone, and also want me beside his son immediately.
I smiled. Evelyn was a tough leech to get rid of, but I was more than her match..
What I needed next was for someone to do my dirty work. I was done with Tamara. She served her purpose very well.
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Days later, I still had no one else to help me break my story. I didn’t want it on the gossip tabs first. I needed to use a journalist in one of the big papers. I also needed evidence - a copy of the contract. So I needed Tamara again.
I looked at the faces of my team members. It was our third meeting, discussing the MateLink product, but I wasn't really interested. I had no idea how we would even move on with the design.
“Was this your original concept,” the tech lead asked, facing me. “This seems quite different from the original idea.”
“Do you know how to do your job or do you want me to get someone else who does?” I fired at him.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said, his face pink with embarrassment. “I need to get your input before I can make headway.”
I turned to his assistant. “You are the tech lead now,” I said to him. Then turned to the other man. “You are fired.”
“Ma’am-”
“Everyone, leave now,” I said, rising up. “We’ll have another meeting next week.”
Next month, I hope.
The tech team at XR technologies was more efficient than this company-based team. I wouldn’t mind outsourcing to them, but Alpha Raymond had been insistent that we use our team. I grunted. I had no idea what we were doing. Perhaps I should have stolen a similar product. Or just sabotaged this one.
The secretary tapped on my door later on in the day.
“I have a letter from number 1.”
Alpha Michael was referred to as number one in the office, while Alpha Raymond was usually called Alpha Raymond. I caught the neatly folded paper in her hand.
“Why wasn’t it just sent to my mail?” I asked.
What I wanted to know more importantly was why Micheal was speaking to me through the secretary now. He would usually just call me.
“I don’t know, ma’am,” she said.
I stretched my hand and received the letter. “Thanks.”
I unfolded the letter hurriedly. Was it a love letter like I had hoped, or a letter of apology? It was a serious letter in the company's letter head. I scanned through it, and from the first sentence, my heart started racing.
I pushed my seat away and walked towards the window. I read it again and again. Alpha Michael was reopening the case again, as new evidence had suddenly presented itself.