The Billionaire Hit Woman

CASSANDRA

“I don’t get it sir.” I say, backing away from my boss’s touch. He had called me into his office this morning to drop some folders and has been trying to touch me. I definitely do not want to deal with this dick’s flirtatious glares and corny disgusting remarks this morning. He’s tall, and… I guess, hot, but he has a very nasty character, and that’s just a total turnoff for me in a guy. I just want to work and then go home to think of a solution to my life, why must he bother me?

“Cassandra, you know what I want.” Max, my boss says moving closer to me, making me roll my eyes, and back away.

“I do not know what you want sir, I dropped the folder on your desk already and I would like to take my leave as I have other things to attend to.” I say but he holds my hand firmly. I swear to God if he tries stupid shit, I will kick him in the crotch and spit right in his face. Stay calm Cassy, you have dealt with his stupid personality for three years now so you can do it.

“Let me go sir.” I say again with a forced smile.

“Why are you doing this to me? I already said I need you so why are you making me beg for it?” he growls holding me roughly.

“Mr. Curbs, I would like to leave so I can get on with my work today and I do not want to understand what you just said.” I say again trying to free myself from his hold, but instead he pushes me against the wall, and before I can comprehend what is going on, he already has both my hands above my head, pinned against the wall with one of his hands, and his lips crashes onto mine, sucking and biting on them. I try to break free but he’s surprisingly, extremely strong. I try to scream but then I remember the walls in his office are sound-proof. Just great.

“Sir…” I start to say, but instead gives him an opportunity to stick his tongue into my mouth. He starts to kiss my neck, and I try breaking free but it’s useless. His free hand grabs my boobs through my tank top, making tears well up in my eyes. “Goddamn! You’re so soft.” He moans.

“Let me go!” I yell, my voice cracking as I fight the tears threatening to pour out.

He stops squeezing me and I let out an inaudible sigh thinking he is going to let me go, only to feel his hand going up my skirt, rubbing my thighs. Oh shit!

“Mr. Curbs, please.” I plead.

Just then the door swings open to reveal his personal assistant holding two cups of coffee with a huge, flirtatious smile on her face. “Mr. Curb…” She trails off, staring at our awkward position, before giving me a cold hard glare. Easy bitch I see he is fucking you too, but the good news is you have nothing to worry about, he won’t be adding me to his fuck list because he is not even my type and moreover I don’t do relationships on the job, and even if I did, it wouldn’t be a potential rapist I’d date.

“Am I interrupting something?” She asks, staring at the both of us as Max pulls away from me begrudgingly, I heave a sigh of relief as I adjust my clothes, and make myself look presentable.

“What are you doing here? Don’t you know how to knock on a door before you come in?” He thunders harshly, making her flinch.

“I-I’m sorry Mr. Curbs, I just brought the coffee.” She says politely, trying to hide the hurt in her voice, but I could hear it anyways. She must have probably thought sleeping with the jerk face would mean getting special treatment. How dumb is she?

“I will take my leave, when you sign the folder, please notify me and do have a nice day.” I say using this as a way to get out of the office. If I ever come to his office again, I’m leaving the door open so I can run away once he makes a move and everyone will be able to hear my screams.

“We aren’t done with our conversation; I’ll see you later.” He says lustfully, making me shudder in disgust. I walk towards the door, and then exit the office closing the door gently after me.

“What happened?” Mrs. Parker, the clerk asks as soon as I get to my table.

I give her a smile, “It’s nothing.” I say and she nods before turning back to what she’s doing.

I sit at my table and then search my bag for the card I got yesterday at the party. I am seriously considering taking this stupid offer from Victoria, but how the hell does one kill a person without going to prison? I look at the paper over and over again before looking at my phone. I need to clear the debt this week or else the house will be taken from me; that’s the only thing I have of my father, I just can’t let it go, I can’t lose it. I wanted to discuss this with Cole before I decide but I guess he hasn’t checked my messages today either. I really hope he is fine, because whatever I do, is for us, and our future.

I walk to the ladies, and after making sure no one is in the stalls, I dial the number on the business card. It rings for a few seconds before she finally answers it. “Oh! Hi Cassandra, I have been waiting for your call.” Victoria says, mockery evident in her voice. Damn! She really is annoying.

“How did you know it is my number, and why were you so sure I would call you back.” I say and she laughs.

“I have my ways of knowing your number, and of course I knew you’d call back, you need the money.” she says, making me frown.

“Would you stop making it sound like I am a gold digger? I’m also doing you a favor, okay?” I say.

“Yeah! If you put it that way, I don’t care.” She says.

“When will you send the money?” I ask her.

“Be patient, Miss Johnson.” She chuckles devilishly.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I don’t have all day; I might change my mind anytime so let’s seal the deal.” I say impatiently, occasionally glancing at the toilet door, in case anyone is about to enter.

“Fine. Let’s meet at the cafe right opposite your office during your lunch break and then we will finalize everything.” She says. I am about to ask her how she knows my office but I just drop it since she happens to know everything about me.

“I’ll see you then.” I say, hanging up, as I wonder if I’m doing the right thing or not but a memory tornado of my problems hit me, making me drop the idea of refusing the offer a second time. I leave the toilet to my seat, and continue with my work.

Soon it’s lunch break, I stand up from my seat after everyone has gone out to have lunch, and then grab my purse and phone before heading outside the company. As soon I walk into the cafe, I sight Victoria in a very huge disguise, and won’t have recognized her if she wasn’t beckoning to me, and-of course-her ever annoying bodyguard is also here, but he isn’t wearing a disguise, he’s just sitting away from her, pretending to read a newspaper.

“Let’s make it quick.” I say and sit down.

She frowns, “You don’t call the shots, okay? I do. In case you’ve forgotten, I’m the one paying you.” she corrects, but I just keep quiet. She hands me the picture of Nicholas Bennett again.

“So, all I have to do is kill him?” I whisper, looking around to make sure no one is listening in on our conversation.

“Yes! That’s all.” She says.

“Okay, I’ll do it, but how am I sure I will get paid?”

She frowns, glaring at me, “I’m Victoria Rodriguez, and I’m not poor.” She brings out her phone, and begins typing stuffs, making me irritated. Whoa! we’re having a conversation and she brings out her phone, how rude? I’m about to voice my thoughts when I receive a message notification from my phone.

“Check your phone.” She smirks, and I when I do, I see an alert of fifty million dollars. My eyes bulge open in shock and disbelief. I rub my eyes and pinch my face to make sure I’m not dreaming, and I’m not. In a matter of seconds, I’ve become a millionaire.

“That’s half of the payment. I’ll give you the remaining half once you’re done. Remember, you have only a few weeks to kill him, and don’t think of running away because killing you is no problem for me.” She says.

“Wait! A few weeks, that’s not feasible for me.” I protest.

“Fine. I’m giving you three months, and that’s more than enough time to carry out your task.” She smiles and then leaves the cafe with her bodyguard. I stare at my phone in disbelief, still not believing what just happened, and the type of deal I had just made. I’m going to kill someone.