Hera sat back down on her seat and began drumming her fingers on the table, eager to hear Raymond’s word.
“So? Go on Raymond.” She ordered.
Raymond crept to the seat that’s across from Hera’s and flopped on it, pinching the skin of his forehead.
“I thought everything went as planned that night until four years ago when I met her.” He began.
Hera’s eyes glued to his, rage evident on her face. She clamped on her chocolate mug and downed two gulps.
“Where did you meet her?” She asked, her eyes blinking rapidly. Raymond spared her a glance and muttered.
“In the Monson group.”
“She works there? What does she do there?” She probed further.
Raymond hesitated. It was as if he was weighing his answers but the uneasiness on Hera’s face nudged him to speak.
“No. She’s a Monson.” He whisper-yelled. Hera bounced off her seat reflexively. The words Raymond spilled made her bladder full instantly. Hera stared at him, hard, chest heaved heavily.
She twitched her head and sprang into the restroom to ease her full bladder. Moments later, she sauntered back into the office, endeavoring to steady her breath.
“How’s that possible?” She questioned, her voice barely audible. She strolled to the floor to ceiling windows in her office and bashed her eyes outside the busy streets, mind reeling in thought.
“I found out that she’s Mr. Monson’s wife when I visited him in his villa. He assigned me to find the culprit behind her arson years ago. So, I’ve been investigating the case.” Raymond spewed but his words only triggered Hera to cackle.
She veered back and gawked at Raymond, her laughter unbridled.
“Well, have you found the real culprit? She asked, boring her eyes into Raymond’s. He shook his head ‘no,’ swallowing thickly.
“Because I know the real culprit.” He added and then Hera tore her gaze from his. She expelled a long sigh while looking back at the city.
“How did she became a Monson? She was but a wretched girl.” Hera spilled, pinching her jaw thoughtfully.
“I’m afraid I have no idea, ma’am. I just figured she’s Mrs. Monson and she’s the popular widow in the state.” Raymond gushed and Hera gagged.
The word ‘widow’ made her heart swell with anger. She knows Sia is now in power. Sia is now the most powerful woman in the states and also the richest woman in the world.
Anger surged through Hera.
Failed plan. Failed plan was all that spiraled through her head. Never did she think Sia would become what she is today. Hera believed she had wiped those threats away but no.
The threat is out there blossoming and wielding power and wealth.
“Since you found out about her…why didn’t you finish your job?” She asked, anger crept into the edge of her vision.
“Because she’s a Monson and no longer a Macalista. No one can go against her except the members of her family.” Raymond stated, ditching Hera’s gaze.
The thump of fist slamming against the desk made Raymond flinch. He knows Hera and what she looks like when she rages against someone. In the street people fears Raymond. He’s notorious and earns fearful looks from people ’cause of his savagery.
But that dreadful Raymond fears one person and that’s Hera. Hera is his pillar. Hera trained him after picking him up in the street and he does dirty jobs for her. Hera is his queen and mentor.
However, the secret lies between them both no one else knows that Hera is the one that sculpted the dreadful Raymond.
“Nonsense!” She howled like a wolf, her fist met the desk in frenzy and a loud thump sound resounded in the room.
“I don’t care if she’s a Monson or the widow. Whatever you call her. I just want my job done. I want it done, Raymond. Finish what you started.” She whispered, gnashing her teeth to rein her anger.
Raymond sprang to his feet and nodded.
“Sia!? That slum girl.” Danika muttered under her breath as she spotted Sia creeping out of Woods Enterprises.
Danika sat in her car, watching as Sia glance around the environment before stepping into her car. But then an idea flashed in her mind.
What she left undone months ago crawled back in her mind.
“Oh, shit!” She barked, pummeling her fist on the steering wheel when she remembered that those security men at the estate might recognize her car since they barred her from foraying into the estate.
Danika gleaned her phone and purse in one swift motion and scrambled out if the car.
“Hey, that’s my Uber!!” Someone shouted behind her as she piled up in the car parked right in front of the Woods enterprises.
“Get another one.” She yelled and instructed the driver to follow Sia’s car.
The stalking too longer time than expected ’cause Sia went to different places.
Sia lastly drove to ‘Anything For Macalista,’ to dine.
However, she bumped into Jake while nipping at the restaurant. When Jake saw Sia a heartwarming smiles hovered his lips.
“I never thought you dine here too, pretty chick.” He whispered into her ear from behind her. Sia jerked by that sudden contact. When she veered back and spotted Jake with his signature smile, she sighed.
“Don’t do that next time…” She said but Jake interrupted her.
“There will be no more next time since I already know this restaurant is your fucking favorite.” He snapped.
When the waiter drew close, Jake handed him the menu after ordering his food.
“So tell me, what do you do for a living?” He asked. Sia ran her eyes across his face and rolled her eyes.
“None of your business. So learn not to ask.” She said but Jake was least bit affected by her harshness.
He noded his head and whispered.
“I own a company…”
“I don’t wish to know.” Sia smattered. She dropped her utensil on the platter, wiped the edges of her lips with a towel and dropped the bills on the table.
“Have a wonderful day.” She mouthed, spun on her feet and zoomed off.
Jake giggled.
“I fucking like that babe.” He whispered to himself.
When Sia assembled in her car again, the driver took off.
Darkness already conquered the day. When Sia looked at her time she figured it’s already 8:30 p. m.
She sighed unaware that Danika was rolling behind her.
When they reached the estate, Danika prayed the security guards won’t search their car as they did the last time. She started breathing heavily as their car inched closer to the security stead.
Fortunately, the security men didn’t rifle their car and they successfully penetrated into the estate, rolling behind Sia’s car.
Danika prayed for her assumptions to not be true. She doesn’t want Sia to be who she assumes she is ’cause if Sia is then she’s apparently more powerful than she is.
Danika’s prayers ceased when Sia’s car drove into the most magnificent villa she has ever seen. The gargoyles on the walls made her snap her lips apart.
Who puts a gargoyle on their house? One gargoyle is very expensive to mold but there’s apparently more than one gargoyle here. Then the Monson villa written on the wall confirmed her suspicions.
Danika sort of heard the servants spilling their greeting from inside the house.
“Oh, no. No. No. No.” She murmured, crushed the hem of her dress as reality crashed down her.
Her mind wandered back to Estrella’s words.
“Do you know who Sia is?”
These words rang in her ears over and over again. She remembered the name engraved on the ring she saw in Lucas’s drawer.
“Sia Macalista. Anything for Macalista. Isn’t that the same name?” She pondered. “If I was barred from coming there that means one thing…she owns the restaurant.” Danika dilated her eyes as these two pieces of puzzle fixed itself in her head.
“She’s Mrs. Monson. She’s the widow. Oh, God.” She cried inwardly.