“Mr. Johnson, Mrs. Johnson’s father never incited those families. They came to help you, sincerely. I—and the cleaning staff—saw with our own eyes that it was Assistant Bella who spoke to the families…”
Richard’s face changed instantly. Afraid I’d learn the truth, he jabbed a finger at Lucy and shouted:
“How much did Olivia pay you to spew nonsense here? Believe it or not, I’ll make sure you can’t find work in New York again!”
Startled, Lucy stepped back and flashed me a quick, apologetic gesture—
then security, summoned by Bella, led her away.
Rattled and guilty, Richard didn’t dare keep me there; he kicked me out of the Company and told security never to let me in again without his approval.
By then, he had conveniently forgotten his claim that I’d “kidnapped” his dad.
Back home packing my things, I suddenly received several videos and audio files.
When I finished watching, a chill spread through me.
Blazing with anger, I called Richard again and again.
After a dozen rings, he finally answered—over the splash of water and breathy laughter.
My questions sank without a trace.
Moments later, Richard’s hoarse whisper came:
“Baby, you’re getting better at this…”