THE LIE: DECEPTION TO THE CEO

After the beating, she fainted, we all thought we had blown her up inside, because when she fell to the floor, her pants were full of blood, as well as her face,” pausing.

“The next day, we learned that she had miscarried,” she said.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

-What’s the name of who hired you? -Amber asked insistently.

-The guard’s last name was Mendoza and the woman’s name was Michelle.

-Can you describe her? -Amber asked, observing her and trying to control the rage and fury she felt, knowing how this woman had collaborated in the beating and even killed her son.

-She was about thirty years old, tall, white, with small eyes, green, with long blonde hair. She was double, with a thick build,” she said, making a gesture that showed that description.

Amber looked in her cell phone for a picture of Michelle and showed it to the woman, who confirmed that it was precisely the one she was talking about.

-That’s her! That was the woman who hired us,” the inmate assured her, even nodding her head.

-Disgraceful, Michelle! -Amber shouted softly.

She, at that moment, remembered the visit she paid her when she was in prison and what she mentioned to her about Christopher.

“I overheard, talking to Christopher to someone on a cell phone, hiring him, to beat you up. Please take care of yourself, very much! I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”

“It may have been her on her own, as she may have been sent by him. Afterwards maybe she regretted it and that’s why she told me” Amber reckoned with hatred and loathing for the two of them.

She immediately, recovering from the impression of the first moment, got up from the chair, controlling her emotions very well, looked deeply at the detainee and told her:

-I am going to ask for your transfer, to impose on us the minutes. However, before that, I need you to sign a declaration of what you have just told me. That will be the only condition to assume your full defense – Amber assured her, calmly.

-Okay! As long as you get me out of here, I don’t care about the rest.

Once out of the office, Amber prepared the written statement, which the inmate promptly signed. By virtue of this, she assumed her defense and obtained the conditional suspension of the process, obtaining her freedom in less than a week.

Upon being released, she was very grateful to Amber, who, taking advantage of this, asked her to contact any of the other prisoners and if any of them needed her services as a lawyer, to offer them to her.

Two months later

Christopher, meeting with his workers, discussed with them, so that they would stop their position of paralyzing the works, which were behind schedule. They had time, with a constant threat, to exercise their right to strike if he did not comply.

The union representatives made a proposal to Christopher to give them a salary increase, considering the inflation of the moment. However, as the request was so excessive, he flatly rejected their proposal and as they did not want to give in, lowering the amount requested, he entrenched himself in his initial position.

In view of this, totally angry, he got up from the negotiation table, left the office and left the construction site in his Land Rover at high speed, without taking any precautionary measures.

While, on the adjacent road, Amber, on her way to her law firm in her newly acquired car, suddenly felt the strong impact of another car, against hers.

-BANG!!!

This totally jolted her, driving her body back and forth, despite wearing a seatbelt. She, being jolted with the blow, gripped the steering wheel tightly, braked, but her car spun around twice, coming to a stop a few meters ahead, of the point of impact.

Consequently, Amber got out of her car totally enraged, so when she turned her car around and observed the damage caused, she could not help but scream in fury.

-YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHY DON’T YOU LOOK TO THE SIDE? -she shouted angrily and angrily at the driver of the Land Rover, whom she could not see because of the smoked paper of the van. The driver, on the other hand, could not believe his eyes.

“It’s Amber!” he thought, dumbfounded.

Christopher, watching her carefully, with rage and really surprised to recognize her, got out slowly, putting away his cell phone, which he was using at the time of the accident, which made him get a little careless, causing the crash.

-Don’t tell me! That’s what you learned in prison during all this time? Apparently it only served you to do a postgraduate degree, but in ordinariness and vulgarity,” he commented sarcastically, once out of his vehicle.

Amber, who had not recognized Christopher’s truck, when she saw him, felt that everything he had done to her, came to her mind and heart in one blow. She looked at him with hatred and contempt. It was an inordinate rage that she felt, fundamentally, when she remembered the loss of her son.

-YOU, IF YOU ARE A HP! -she shouted again, not caring at all about the previous claim, “And you expect me not to be furious when I see how you left my new car? -She said, trying to control her emotions, because she didn’t want to make a scandal and embarrass herself, looking at him out of the corner of her eye with contempt and rejection.

-I thought it would help you to repent of your immoral and false behavior,” commented Christopher without taking his eyes off her and especially her curves, undressing her completely.

-Don’t underestimate me! -She replied, threateningly, moving away from him, “Well, the opposite may have happened! And now I’ve learned how to defend myself from… Cowards like you! -she shouted, enraged.

-Coward? -he snarled, now looking at her with contempt.

-And what do you call a man who sends to beat defenceless women and pays for it? -she asked, confronting him without any fear and showing him that she had found him out.

-I don’t know what you mean! -Well, if you think I’m capable of paying someone to beat you, you don’t know me, little woman,” he said contemptuously, looking at her with resentment and hatred, remembering the deception she had done to him. In this state, he felt his blood boil.

“Fake, traitor, liar!” he discoursed, further observing that she was more beautiful than ever. Again brazenly running his leering gaze over her body, which had her beautiful curves more pronounced…