Something to Write. Part 3, B of Boss or Boyfriend?
Emily had quite a first week of classes, but she knew killing was ingrained in her.
Dear Reader,
Emily was warmly received back home.
“How was it?” Lucinda said. “Tell me everything!”
“School is great; I met several classmates. I’m not the only remote student; as a matter of fact, most are remote. But I killed a professor.”
“What? Why?”
Emily told Lucinda the story, and she understood. “Oh, he was one of those.”
“I also learned most students go once a month; most teachers want students to be present for exams.”
Lucinda also supported this, saying she understood and didn’t think the bosses would object; however, she suggested keeping them posted.
Emily would do that. She had promised to send them updated schedules of her activities; in fact, she was about to share the first one.
Emily prepared her email with care, ensuring she didn’t forget anything.
“Done, I’ve sent it,” Emily said.
Almost immediately, her phone rang. “Welcome back,” Steve said. I’m here with Dad. It’s great that you have to travel once a month. We will have some business over there in three weeks, so I’ll travel with you.”
Emily was estranged. “But, don’t you think the cops might relate my travels with the works?”
“No, because we’ll do a different job. Can we meet later today?”
“Sure, anytime,” Emily said.
That evening, the black SUV picked Emily up and took her to a lovely restaurant. A waiter guided her to a separate room where the bosses and other men were.
“Good night,” Emily said, standing at the door.
Steve jumped off his chair to receive Emily. Another man moved away from a chair beside Steve so that she could sit.
The elder boss put a newspaper in front of Emily.
“What happened, darling?” He asked.
“He was abusive; he wanted to make me be his assistant, stay in the university and be his whore even after graduating,” Emily explained.
“Who turned off the surveillance cams?”
“He did,” Emily said. “He didn’t want any proof against him.”
“Did you know?”
“Yes,” Emily said. “It was part of his threat that it would be my word against his.”
The elder raised his eyebrow. “It was brilliant. What poison did you use?”
Emily took a small metallic case out of her purse and put it on the table. She opened it, and the men could see a dart with its point covered.
“Be careful not to touch it,” Emily said. “It’s concentrated aconite extract.
“How do you handle it?” Steve asked.
Emily took a pair of thick silicone gloves out of her purse.
“Wait, is that a dart?” Steve said.
“Yes, be careful, don’t touch it,” Emily said.
“Is it charged?” Steve’s grandfather asked.
“Yes, sir,”
Emily put her glove on and removed the dart cover. “Do you have a ball or something?”
“No, sorry,” Steve said.
“It’s okay; when I stab someone with the dart, nearly 3 milliliters of concentrated aconite is injected. 2 milliliters is already a lethal dose,” Emily explained. “The abusive professor had heart problems, so he had a massive stroke and died practically instantly.”
“I see; then, by turning the cams off, the man gave you freedom to act,” The grandfather said.
Emily nodded.
“Where do you get the venom?” The grandfather asked.
“I prepare it,” Emily said.
“So, it’s your recipe?” The grandfather asked.
“Yep,” Emily said.
The grandfather couldn’t hide his admiration for Emily. Steve kissed her on her lips. And Emily, she wouldn’t say she disliked it. Actually, she liked Steve a lot.
The grandfather stood up. Everyone became silent.
She explained to Emily they were planning to take complete control of the University where she was studying. “Perhaps two or more professors would be let go, you know what I mean,” he said.
After explaining the plan, the grandfather invited Emily to join the board. “If you agree to join us, you will work with Steve.”
Emily looked at Steve, smiled, and said aloud that she accepted and was honored to be a member of the board.
Steve kissed her again, and this time, Emily felt his body melting with hers. That was an honest kiss from a man she liked.
The doors opened, and a group of waiters came inside with food and wine. Emily toasted with champagne and ate the most delicious food she had ever tasted.
Late that night, Emily returned home tired and sleepy. Lucinda and Carlos were waiting for her.
“Carlos told me you’re one of the bosses now,” she said. “I guess you’ll move to a mansion.”
“Are you nuts? I won’t move anywhere, and if I do, you come with me; you are my family,” Emily said, hugging Carlos and Lucinda.
The following morning, a messenger delivered the deed of a mansion to Emily. Lucinda cooked a special dinner to celebrate, and Steve was there to share the joy. That weekend, Emily, Carlos, and Lucinda moved to their new home, and Steve was there to help.
On her first night in her new home, Emily sat in front of her laptop. “Mm, I have the perfect plot for my crime novel.”
By then, Emily had a pretty desk and a picture of her with Steve on it.
With love, Victoria.
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