Mistress to my cruel savior

"Dad, you need to rest," Anita's voice was high, and her tone sounded furious. "You just got discharged from the hospital and you are already planning to get back to work!" She dropped the plate of served tossed bread on the dining table while pouring some coffee for her dad.

"But I need to feed and take care of you," Mr. Thomas said with a sharp voice, smiling at his daughter. "Yes, but it is still early, you should call your boss and inform him." Said Anita, sitting at the dining table close to her dad. "Don't worry my dear," he said, placing his hand on her shoulder with a comforting voice. "I am fine." He added.

Anita sighed and looked at her father with sad eyes. "Okay, if you say so. But..." Mr Thomas quickly interrupted her, "That's enough, eat my daughter."

Their breakfast was short and quick. Mr Thomas took his leave while Anita tried to get herself prepared to leave for her workplace.

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"Hurry up, Anita." John's voice echoed through the walls of his office. His temple brow furrows as he tries to destroy the white papers containing some important information. "We need to be fast before they get here." He said, focusing on the machine that was destroying the documents.

"But Sir it will take at least 20 minutes to destroy any evidence," said Anita clicking through the keyboard. "And we need to move the money into a paper account if we are to cover any trace." She added, her gaze fixed on the computer screen as she tried to delete every folder on the system.

The FBI has been on John's neck for some months now, they must have been tipped by someone about Marvin's money laundering activities.

"Sir, we have a problem!" Anita's voice pierces sharply through John's ear. He turns sharply, his eyes a bit white, evidence of his heart beating fast, "what is?" He asked, walking towards Anita.

John stood behind her, staring at the screen over her shoulder, his eyes wide open, arching a brow in confusion.

"What do we do now?" He asked with a low voice. Anita kept her gaze on the screen before she finally spoke, "We have to make someone the culprit, Sir." Her voice was tinged with confidence yet, not sure if what she said convinced her boss.

John placed his left arm on the table while placing his right arm on the chair Anita was sitting on, "And who do you suggest?"

Suddenly, the door to John's office bangs open with a quick interruption to their discussion. Anita looked at John and then, back to the man standing in front of them. John gave her a 'No way, like for real' look. Anita shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head in agreement.

"S... Sir," Mr Thomas came into the office trying to catch his breath. "They are here, Sir." John walked towards Mr. Thomas placing his right arm on his shoulder. "Mr, Thomas, you have been a loyal servant of this company and I truly appreciate your contribution to its growth," John spoke gently to Mr Thomas, but his voice betrayed his innocent face.

"It is my duty, Sir." Said Mr Thomas, smiling sarcastically at John. John turned around his head and signaled to Anita to go ahead with what they had planned.

The FBI is now in the building, heading straight to John's office. "Search everywhere, every corner of the office," said the chief in charge

John and Mr. Thomas stood by each other looking as the officers tried to confiscate everything they could lay their hands on. "Over here Sir," one of the officers shouted as he stood by the computer where Anita was sitting. The chief in charge hurriedly walked towards him to see what it was about. What the h*ll,"

The chief in charge walked straight to John and spoke, "And who is Mr. Thomas Walker?" His brow furrowed with seriousness.

Mr. Thomas's face went confused instantly, what was happening? Why is the officer seeking to know who bears the name? John quickly points to Mr Thomas, "Here is he?"

"Sir, you are under arrest," the chief in charge spoke harshly trying to handcuff Mr Thomas. Mr Thomas was speechless, confused, and couldn't find the right words to say, "For what sir?" He finally found his voice and spoke.

The chief in charge looked up to him with a straight face, "For money laundering." Mr Thomas suddenly went blank and confused, "Me, mo.. Money laundering, Sir..." Mr. Thomas turns to his boss to get an answer but John just shrugs his shoulders with 'I have no idea Mr. Thomas's look.

"Let's go!" Said the officer holding Mr Thomas by his arm and dragging him out of the office. Mr Thomas tried to resist but he was dragged forcefully out of the office.

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Fountain Chambers is one of the most visited places by different sets of people with cases that are beyond redemption. Damian is an experienced lawyer, who has helped top politicians and business owners win cases. His record speaks for him.

Inside Damain's office, "Mr and Mrs Walter, do you still want to go ahead with signing the divorce paper?" He asked the couples in front of him. His hands interlocked and placed on the table.

"Yes, Mr Damian, I'm damn sick of her.." Mr Walter spoke with Furry. Mrs Walter quickly interrupted, "Ah, you what! How dare you."

Damien shook his head in disbelief, "It's okay, you don't have to do this here." He tries to calm the tension in the room. Damian leaned back in his seat, "Okay, here is what I will suggest, maybe you both should see a marriage counselor first to see if this will work out, Mm."

"I am going nowhere with this old s*g," said Mr Walter looking at his wife with a disgusted face. "How dare you call me that!" Mrs Walter stood up dragging her husband by his hair.

"Hey! Hey, not here!" Damian stood up from his seat quickly and tried to separate them from over his table.

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Willa was busy serving coffee and taking orders from customers in the restaurant where she was working part-time.

"What are your orders, Sir," Willa asked a customer sitting in one of the seats. "Yeah, just a cup of coffee will do," the customer replied, gazing at his mobile phone. "Okay," Willa answered and walked away to get his order.

A couple of minutes later, Willa is back with the coffee. A few steps away from the customer's table, her phone rang. "Willa!" The manager yelled, pointing to the sticker on the wall by the counter which reads 'WORKERS ARE NOT ALLOW TO USE PHONE DURING WORKING HOURS'

"Sorry!" She gently said looking at her boss with pitiful eyes, her voice barely audible. She picked up the call, and what she heard next broke her heart.

"Miss Thomas, We need you at the FBI office now, your father has been arrested for money laundering." Said the voice on the other end of the phone.

The cup of coffee from Willa's hand fell heavily on the tiled floor, spilling the content in it on the customer who was waiting for his order. Tears filled her eyes. She was lost and confused. And instantly, she walked towards the counter, trying to take off her apron. "And what do you think you are doing, Willa?" Her manager asked with a furious voice. Willa didn't answer him and walked out on him.

"If you walk out of the door, you are fired," he yelled, his voice echoing through the room but his words fell on deaf ears. "You are fired, Willa!" He yelled once again at the top of his voice.

Willa steps out of the restaurant and stops a cab. "Where to miss?" Asked the driver. Willa answered, wiping away her tears "FBI office." The driver turned and gave her a confused stare before turning in front and driving away.