Harper stared at her phone in hand; she could not believe that they were trying to discard her. She read the message over and over again, and she could not lie; it did not make any sense to her. What was she supposed to do? She had just boasted to her housemate about how well her plan was going, and now she had to abort the mission. And for what reason?
Hello Harper, Abigail does not need your help with Cade anymore and she would like you to move out of the house within a month.
-Frances
She had closed her lease and moved into the house, and now they wanted her gone within a month? She was not going to allow them to bully her; she dialled the number once again and pressed the phone to her ears. The dial tone rang once and then beeped dead as if it were cut from the other end. She tried calling Abigail and Cael as well, but they were both not picking up.
She could tell from her interaction today that Cade had finally realized his feelings for Ophelia and this was going to be the end for them, but still, there was no way she was willing to just give up and let it go. She had a right to him; he was her first love, and the same for him. Even if his family were no longer supporting her, she still had to do what she had to do.
She got into a taxi and made her way to the Vale mansion to see Abigail. The men at the gate had never stopped her before from going in, even though she had only been there a couple of times but this time it was as if they were commanded to stop them from going in.
“I told you that I am here to see Mrs. Abigail Vale,” Harper said after a while. She found it stressful that she had to explain these things to a mere guard. If only she could see Abigail, she was sure that she could override any decisions they had made. She could be a vital part of their plan if only they let her.
“Madam said we should not let you in,” one of the men said. She raised her eyes to the house. Who was she going to let this slip away from her hand so easily? All she needed was a little bit of this wealth and a life with Cade.
“Call her up; you’ll see that she would ask you to let me in,” she lied.
“Call her from your end instead,” the man countered. She could not believe that he was talking back so rudely at her. The last time she came here, he bowed his head to her and welcomed her into the house, and now he was throwing rude words at her with a smug expression on his face.
“She is not…” she trailed off because she knew that telling this man that Abigail was not taking her calls could reduce her chance of going in. She cleared her throat and tried to slip her phone into her bag before he could see. “My phone is dead,” she said, and he nodded.
“I have a charger in my gatehouse; do you want to come in and use it, then you can call her up after your phone has gotten a little bit of juice?” He asked, and she shook her head.
“Why would I come in there?” She looked at him in disgust.
“Is the gatehouse too shabby for you?” he asked, and she shifted uncomfortably. Was he supposed to ask her that sort of question? How could a person of her calibre be seen in a gatehouse? She was too big for that. “You must think that you are someone special.”
“What?” she said, turning to him.
“I SAID THAT YOU MUST THINK THAT YOU ARE SOMEONE SPECIAL,” he said again, and she blinked in confusion.
“How dare you talk to me in that manner?” She said she was trying to take a step forward for him. He raised his hand in the air and waved it, so she stopped.
“I have worked for the rich for years, and year in and year out, I see types like you whose only goal in life is to climb up the ladder, and you never learn from one another. These rich people only sue you when it is convenient for them, and when they benefit, once they gain nothing from it again, they discard you like some stale bread.”
Harper gulped because what he said made sense, but she did not want it to make sense to her. Why would he think to say something like this to her? “Who do you think you are?”
“I think you might need to ask yourself that instead, I know who I am very clearly. I am just an ordinary security guard, and I never try to climb up and get embarrassed so much.” He was calm as he spoke to her, but she felt like he was raining down hell on her.
“What do you know?” She murmured and then eyed him from up to down. “Why should I be like you, who has no ambition whatsoever?” She followed, and he nodded.
“I may have no ambition, but at least I am not miserable.”
Harper raised her foot and put it down hard; she hated that he was talking to her like this, and she just had to take it. He was pretty elderly, but she was sure that she could not take him all by herself, and if she tried, he might injure her terribly. “Miserable? I would rather be miserable than poor,” she said and turned.
She began walking down the road; she was not going to allow them to bully her like this, and she needed to do something. She knew a few of their secrets, but the only problem she had was who would help her get the news out there, but she did not know anyone. She saw a bench in a corner, and she sat, taking off her shoes from her leg as they hurt. She bent down to massage her feet as she realized she knew someone who could help her.
“Green!”