Chapter 48: 3

Looking up at the tall glass building, the afternoon traffic loud behind me. It was almost time for my interview, adjusting my jacket. I spent this weekend updating my wardrobe, I think I left Rodeo drive with more clothes and shoes that I already owned. I was trying my best to learn the city and find my way around. And needed an excuse to go shopping.

I sorted everything I needed to do, hired a car company— now I have a way of transport. I filled the fridge with food, cleaned the house—it was very dusty. After I had dinner with Alan we talked for a while— not about Xavier. He wanted to know what I was up to in New Zealand. It was nice having something to talk to. We were meeting for a late lunch after my meeting today. He told me his office wasn't far from here so I agreed.

Gazing up at the building once more before making my way to the huge glass doors. The inside was covered in white tiles. There was writing saying "Berge law firm" on the wall facing the doors. I noticed the white desk underneath it with a woman at it. Making my way there, making sure to smooth my jacket.

"Good afternoon, I have an appointment," I say placing my Gucci bag on the desk.

"Can I have your name please" she barely looked away from the screen

"Vanessa Miller"

"Just give me a second" she murmurs

"Ahh, with Mr Moore. I have right here. I just need you to pay the fee" she finally looks up with a smile on her face.

"Yes," opening my purse to bring out my card.

"Will you paying by cash or card?" she asked.

"Card" I gave her the black card. She looked up stunned. Her impression and she straightened her back.

"Yes, Ms Miller," she says collected it

"Just one second," she started typing away again.

"The final fee is $1500," she said as she swiped the card, where did the extra $500 come from?

"The extra $500 is for being added to be our client list, after that you will have to pay a retainer fee. This will be worked out if you decide to hire us" she hands me back the credit card smiling.

"Thank you," as I was about to ask where the meeting would be I heard heels clicking on the floor.

"Mr Moore is waiting for you" I looked towards the voice, it was as if I got slapped in the face. It was another version of Cara, a Cara 2.0 if you will. The blonde hair, red lips and tight dress.

Following her quietly into the lift, she smiled as she pressed the 30th floor. I guess Mr Moore was very important.

"Love your jacket," she smiled looking at the Gucci jacket, "I thought it was limited edition"

"It is," I say looking down at it. It was very pricey as well. "They held it for me" I was a very good customer. My account with them made me important enough for them to save me some stuff.

"Ahh, I didn't catch your name?" cause I didn't tell you? She wanted to know who I was, wanted to know if I was someone important.

"Ms Miller," I say a little too angrily. Maybe it was cause she looked like Cara.

"This way please," she says once we were off the list, her smiling wavering.

"Mr Moore's office" she shows me the door. She pushes a set of grey doors open, leaving before I made my way in. The office was huge, like bigger than my room. I saw his figure on the oak desk in the middle. When I saw I stopped breathing, I chocked on air.

"Mrs Miller," he got up unbuttoning his grey blazer "You may call me Elijah" his big hands wrapped over mine. "Love the outfit" he points out.

"Vanessa.... thank you" I cleared my throat. Oh god, I was expecting an old man, with grey hairs and a bar belly. Instead, there was a hot man in front of me. Black hair, brown eyes and a mature face.

"Please take a seat, would you like anything to drink" he moves behind his desk.

"No thank you," I say meeting his eyes that hasn't left me face.

"Mrs Miller, it says you require a lawyer"

"Miss" I corrected him earning a smile

"And yes, I need a custody lawyer" I started pulling out the documents and files I brought with me.

"Your husband is fighting for custody?" he takes his eyes off his screen.

"No, I am" he collected the file. I wrote down everything that was happening.

"Let me get this straight, your fighting your husband? His doesn't want you to see your baby?" He looks up baffle.

"Yes,"

"Were you married? Any prenup signed?"

"No, not married"

"I will have to ask if you want a shared custody or not"

"Yes," I don't want her to grow up without a father.

He drops the file sitting close to the desk, "Tell me, does he knows your here?"

"Yes?" I said unsure

"Ahh, we lost the element of surprise"

"So you will help me?" I asked surprised

"Let's just say you will get your baby back, Amelia right?" He looks at his birth certificate.

"Yes, I will get a court date and a judge, this will be sorted out in no time."

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The meeting went on for an hour, I signed some papers. We talked more about what would happen and how it will go down. He told me to stay out of trouble, no parties, no drinking and no drugs. I have to look like the best person in the world. I can't let Xavier have anything that can get me in trouble, which reminded me I need to make Amelia a room in the house. I'm sure they will also do a house inspection. I planned on telling Alan when we meet up for lunch, hope he wouldn't mind the change of plans.

As I sat through lunch with Alan listening to him talk about work, apparently he has a trading company with Xavier, where they both share holds. He didn't ask me how the meeting went and I didn't want to tell him in case he would report back to Xavier. 

"So will you come?" I realised I zoned and didn't hear what he said.

"Sorry, I spaced out"

"I asked if you would accompany me to the auction gala we are having this weekend"

"Before you say no it's for charity"

"I don't know" I wasn't sure if I could be in the same room with Xavier.

"Come on, I don't want to go without a date" he grins

"So you're asking me as a date, not a friend?"

"Whatever you wanna call it, besides it better than you staying home crying all weekend"

"I don't cry" I lied

"Fine you don't cry," he rolled his eyes laughing.

Do I really wanna go to a gala? With the chance of seeing him and her together? But at the same time, I didn't want to hide from them, I want him to see that I don't give a fuck who he has in his bed at night. Yes. I do. But he can't know that.

"Fine, I will come to the gala." Plus I will be donating to charity.

"Don't be alarmed if you Cara with him" Alan warns

"What's their deal anyway?"

"You fucked him over when you left Vanessa, I hated you for it. He looked for you, he didn't rest. He got it into his head that someone took you, I think he didn't want to accept that you left willingly. I didn't see him for months, when I did see him he was always drunk, on drugs and vulnerable— couldn't think for himself. That's when that bitch came, she knew he wasn't in his right mind. I tried to get her to leave but she always came back when I left." He takes a breath

"I think that's when it started, she took your place. Loved him when he needed it. Made herself indispensable, made him rely on her. I think he was too heartbroken to see what she was doing, she even got him to leave the apartment. She got him to go to work. After a year passed he was back to normal, dating Cara, getting a house and showing up for work. But I didn't know he was still looking for you, he made us all believe he moved on."

"I'm sorry", tears were forming, listening to how I hurt Xavier. I knew when I left it would affect him but I didn't think it would that extreme.

"I think he sees Cara as his survivor, I noticed it a few months ago. He was looking at her the same way he looked at you"

I was right, they were in love. He loved her, and now they completed their family with my daughter. If I didn't leave that would be us together, right? But how could I love someone who killed my family? What would that make me?

"I'm so sorry Alan" I knew he lost his best friend as well.

"Hey, I understand why you left. Stephanie would have left as well, hell she was already planning it" he smiled to himself. I reach across the table to hold his hands, I could see the pain in his eyes when he talked about Stephanie.

"I miss her too," I tell him, he was right. She would have run away with me if she was here.

We locked eyes together, his other hands move to cover mine. I held my breath when it became too intense, I could see into his soul. The brown in his eyes were dark. But he breaks eyes contact looking behind me.

"Ms Morales," I heard a familiar voice making his way to our table. I look up at Scott. Surprised, confused as to why he was here. Did Xavier send him here to take me?

"Scott?" I asked alarmed

"You've been served" he shoved a brown big envelope in my hands. I heard a collective gasp from the people sitting next to us.

"What?" I collected the envelope, served? What does that mean? I didn't do anything. I looked up to ask him but he was already gone. Looking at Alan's red face, he shoves out his pocket cursing before placing some bills on the table.

"We have to go, now." he shoves his jacket back on as I sat there confused.

"I can't believe him, this fucked even for him," Alan says to himself mostly but I heard.

I opened the envelope as Alan pulls me up, why was he in a hurry to leave?

"He is suing me?" I continue to read the letter. There was a long list. I can't believe him, just when I starting to think it was my fault. For leaving him.

"Okay don't be alarmed but there is a bunch of reporters outside," Alan says

"What! Why?" why were they here?

"I think he told them you were here, and they want to know where your father is. So I will walk us out, whatever you don't answer their questions". Can this day get any worse? He told them I was in town, he sold me out.

I suddenly felt the people in the restaurant looking at me, they looked disgusted and angry. Did they know who I was?

"Let's go" he yanked me out as someone brought out there phone to take a picture.

"Miss Morales, do you know where your father is!"

"Are you hiding him!?"

"Were you involved in his crimes!"

They shouted at me, the light flashes nearly blinding me. If it wasn't for Alan pulling me I would have lost my feet and fell.

"Your father is a murder!" Someone cried out at me.

"He stole from this country!"

"You should be rotten in jail you bitch!" that was the last thing I heard before Alan pushed me into his car and slam the door. The tears came right away, I covered my face crying as they took pictures of the car. I hope they couldn't see inside.. I was an ugly crier. Why would he do this? He can't hate me this much, can he?

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