Chapter 3 Plan Backfired

You would be wondering what a girl like me is doing with her life. Well, my name is Emma. I've been taking care of my little brother since I was 16; I'm currently 18. I work part-time jobs and jobs of lower status.

Last year, my brother Tim got sick. His sickness felt like never-ending pain. No medication would work and in the end, we had to opt for surgery, but surgery was expensive.

The surgery required ninety thousand dollars and I didn't have that much money. But I couldn't just do nothing and let my brother die. From there, I heard of Morty, a local gangster who sometimes lends people loans.

I took a loan from him to save my brother's life. But the amount was so much I couldn't return it all in the promised time. I worked several part-time jobs, without even caring for my own health. But they were never enough.

Recently I got a job in a 5-star hotel. It paid much better and I would be able to return the money in instalments. It took a little convincing, but Morty finally agreed to get the leftover amount in instalments; but to my bad luck, I lost my job. My only hope, and it was all because of that Noah Enrique.

If I can just get the money out of him, I'll give it to Morty and then live my life peacefully.

I finally reach the tall glass building. I'm surrounded by many skyscrapers, multiple of them owned by Noah Enrique.

The building I enter contains the letters NE in the middle.

I walk to the reception and speak lowly so others may not hear me. After all, I'm doing something extremely dangerous.

"I'm here to meet Mr. Noah Enrique," I whisper.

"Not everyone can meet him, miss. He isn't some random person. Do you even know who he is?" she taunts.

"You can call him and confirm," I again whisper.

She looks at me for a moment, considering my suggestion, and then calls.

She talks for a brief second before looking at me.

"Boss has allowed you in. You can go now," she states rudely, angered by the fact that I am allowed in. Strange.

I enter the lift and my eyes bulge out when I find that there are one hundred floors in this building.

I press 100 as I was told by the receptionist that the boss is on the topmost floor.

I wait in the lift nervously, hoping things will go right.

I finally reach the floor and my legs are shaky. I take a deep breath and walk in, keeping my head low. Too worried to take in the decorations and the beauty of the interior.

I walk to the two huge golden gates, the letters NE devoted to the expensive wooden doors. Before I can even knock, the doors automatically open and I step in.

There I see Noah Enrique sitting in all his glory, sitting there like the king he is, rich and powerful.

Compared to him, I feel really small and scared. His aura is way too much; it makes me weak. God, why does this man have such an effect on me?

"The waitress?" he asks in a deep voice.

I just nod my head.

He smirks in my way and tells me to take a seat. He looks at me, not in a good way. It feels like he is planning my murder in a hundred different ways in his mind. His intense stare makes me feel uncomfortable and I shift on the soft leather seat.

"So where's the video?" he asks and I take out my mobile to show him. He watches the video with peculiar interest. But one thing about his body language shows that he is not tensed at all whereas I am losing my mind.

"So tell me, is this your first time doing this? Blackmailing someone for money?" he asks with a grin plastered on his face.

"No, I've done it a lot," I lie, imitating a strong voice.

"Interesting. You like targeting rich men, don't you?" he further asks.

"Enough, just give me the money and I'll delete the video. I don't want to answer your questions," I shout and he abruptly gets up from his seat.

He slowly walks towards me, taking in my sight from head to toe.

"I know this is your first time. Why would someone experienced be stupid enough to come to my office?" the man whispers. Before I can get up from my seat, he pushes me back and handcuffs my wrists to the chair arm.

"What... what is this? Uncuff me now!" I exclaim.

Mr. Enrique, in return, only laughs. Not a sweet kind of laugh though; this one is filled with malice.

"The cops will be arriving here soon. I have all the proof and even your confession to the crime. In short, you're screwed," Mr. Noah says, going back to his huge leather chair and sitting there like a boss. His legs spread, eyes staring at me.

"You said you'll give me the money."

"I lied," he says, rolling his eyes at my stupidity.

I just look down, crying at my fate. What will happen to Tim? Morty will hurt him. I can't go to prison.

"Why those crocodile tears now, love? You shouldn't have tried to defame or blackmail me and this wouldn't have happened to you," he speaks in a taunting manner, enjoying every single second of my misery.

"Please don't send me to prison. I really needed money, I didn't think this through," I beg.

"You committed an illegal act, you did a huge crime. I wonder how many years you will serve in prison. Probably ten, but with my power I can make it a lifetime," he further scares me and I start sobbing hysterically.

"We can... can solve our matters... in other ways. Please, just anything else," I try to negotiate.

"What do you have to offer?" he asks, interested in what I had to offer.

But the truth is I have nothing. I don't have money to offer him, and he wouldn't need it either.

"I... look at you, you're so skinny. You need homemade meals," I reply with the sweetest of smiles through those tearful eyes.

What did I even say?

"Very funny. Do you have anything else to offer?" he asks, this time very disinterested.

"No, I have nothing. I'm poor so I can't give you any money. What could a person like you want from me?" I ask him, defeated. I'm probably going to jail. But what about Tim?

"Nothing. A person like you has nothing to offer, but there is always something a woman can give to a man..." he says, lurking closer to me.

He strides so close that his breath is falling on my neck.

"Be my mistress," he whispers and I jerk back instantly.

"No!" I exclaim.

"Fine then, prison it is for you," he says in a cheery tone, knowing he has me trapped. If only I hadn't blackmailed him for money.

He sits back on his chair and starts doing his work, looking at his screen whereas I just sit there, cuffed, thinking about my future.

Do it for Tim, Emma. Just close your eyes and say it.

"Fine, I... I'll do it. I'll be your mistress," I whisper, my voice barely audible but he hears me.

"Sweet, sign here then," he mutters, taking out a bundle of papers.

He had it planned since the night I blackmailed him, didn't he?