The Girl [ep22]

“Do you have
questions? Or
clarifications?”
“Um… yes, Mr. Petrakis.
How much is my…
salary?” She said in a
shaking, fragile voice.
“I keep my word, Miss
Collins. I offered you
thrice your salary at the
coffee shop, so that’s
what you’re getting.”
She nodded her head
and was obviously
suppressing a smile. She
was happy.
“Any more
clarifications?”
“Um, no sir. Thank you
so much, Mr. Petrakis.”
She was twisting her
fingers again. I realized
that it was her habit.
I nodded my head, and
raised a hand, to
dismiss her. I saw her
strode out of my office.
She was about to open
the door, when she
turned around and
looked at me again.
“Mr. Petrakis. I know
it’s not my concern, but
I overheard a group of
men in the comfort
room. They mentioned
about agreeing to bid
for the Japan Shipyard,
only if you will increase
their share.”
“What!” I stood up, so
surprise by her
statement. “Are you
sure?”
“Yes. They said, that
you wanted to get hold
of the shipyard because
of the gold bars hidden
underneath it. ”
“D--n those
moneysucking idiots!” I
groaned angrily. All the
time and effort I made
to have them agree to
bid on that shipyard,
and all the while, they
only wanted an increase
in their share. Bloody
hell!
“Um, that’s all I’ve
heard… and… and… I
have to go.” She
immediately spun
around and left.
Later that evening, I
had dinner with Kendra
and my family in one of
New York’s finest
restaurants, where,
delicious international
seafood cuisine were
served.
I realized, it was a very
bad idea for Kendra to
meet my family.
What the hell! She was
trying too hard to
impress my family. She
manipulated the
conversation, talking
about fashion shows,
signature bags, shoes,
dresses, jewelries and
even money, jets and
lamborghinis. Dammit!
She even gave the
impression that we
were seriously having
an affair.
I had to get rid of her, I
knew her kind. She was
the type who would
drag me to the altar.
“We met in a party. The
moment our eyes met,
I knew, he was the
right man for me.”
Kendra held my hand.
“Eros is very charming,
romantic and so caring.”
“Wow! Are you sure
you’re talking about my
brother?” Chloe, my
younger sister frowned
at Kendra.
“Chloe, stop it.” Mom
scolded Chloe. “Your
brother can be very
romantic too, like your
dad.”
“I think I just spotted
Iñigo entered the
restaurant with a
beautiful blond.” I lied. I
knew my sister would
freak out by the
mention of Iñigo’s
name. Iñigo was her ex-
boyfriend who broke up
with her during her
sixteenth birthday,
almost four years ago.
“Really? You’re kidding
me, right?” Chloe was
panicking, her face
turned pale.
“No. He’s coming right
behind you.” I teased
her. I knew she would
hate me, later.
She turned around and
saw no trace of Iñigo
behind her. Then she
glared at me and
mouthed the words.
A-----e!
“Chloe! That’s a very
bad word, so unlady-
like.” My father, Markos
Petrakis, said firmly at
my sister.
“What? I haven’t said
anyting.” Chloe rolled her
eyes.