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Chapter 1- Spoilt
"How much is in total?", Ruby Birschoff questioned the attendant.
"That's going to be three hundred and fifty thousand, six hundred and-"
"That's enough! I don't need details. Here, take my card", she cut her off rudely and whipped out her card, and flung it at the young attendant.
She was soon through with the transaction, and she walked out of the boutique.
She was hoping for a dramatic exit, but she bumped into a tall young man dressed in all black, causing all the bags to crash to the ground.
"Hey! Watch where you're going…", her voice trailed, as she looked up at the man, and was smitten by his charming looks.
He had the darkest blue eyes she'd ever seen, and his jawline, jet-black hair and well-defined physique almost caused Ruby to drool over him.
But there was something different about him.
He didn't just look extremely handsome, he also managed to look rugged at the same time.
He didn't break a smile, and he seemed to possess an aura of mystery that hung in the air around him. He looked like someone that shouldn't be played with.
With an intense gaze, he locked eyes with her for a second, and she almost choked on her own breath. She felt the time come to a standstill. But surprisingly, he didn't help her with the bags that fell down. He only took a quick glance at them and turned, continuing his journey to wherever he was going.
It wasn't until he left that Ruby managed to find her tongue.
"All these pretty faced good-for-nothings. The least he could do was to help me with the bag he fell", she muttered a little bit pissed as she picked up the bags and went to the car.
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"Where did you say she went to, Ruth?", Mr. Lawrence Birschoff asked, obviously getting pissed, as he stared at his sliver Louis Moinet Meteorois wristwatch for the upteenth time.
"Umm... She said she just went out to... To buy a few things... Yes! She said she wanted to go shopping", Ruth replied immediately.
Ruth wiped away the small beads of sweat that was forming on her forehead.
"You've been telling me that for the past four hours, Ruth! Didn't she tell you where she was getting the things?! What's the name of the shop?! What's the name of the street?! Is there anymore specific information other than the fact that she went out to get some things?!!", Mr. Lawrence questioned, in anger.
"N... No sir. But, I know sh... She would soon b... Be back", she said and she stared right down on her shoes. She dared not stare into the eyes of her raging boss.
"How do... What do you mean...", Mr. Lawrence sighed in frustration as he couldn't even get sentences out of his mouth.
"Pray nothing happens to my daughter. Just pray...", He said and turned around, his phone to his ear again to try and reach his daughter.
Ruth was the nanny to Mr. Lawrence's only daughter, Ruby. She had been taking care of Ruby like she was her own child she was she was little, as her mother died when she was very young. In fact, Ruth saw Ruby as her own daughter. Ruth was an old woman now, and his daughter was a grown lady, but Mr. Lawrence still made her watch over Ruby and take care of her.
However, Ruby had been getting out of hand, especially recently.
Ruby was almost impossible to control. She was only twenty-four, but behaved like she needed no one to tell her what to do, because her father - Mr. Laurence - was very wealthy. She was one who "loved to live to the fullest", as the new generation would like to put it. What was there to expect from the only child of the owner of a multi-million dollar industry?
Unfortunately, Ruby's exploration and lifestyle was about to cost Ruth her job - and probably her life...
Early this morning, Ruby had gone out, telling Ruth that she was going to get a few things. Ruth was quite surprised, because Ruby would've sent one of her maids to go get whatever she needed. She was getting getting old, but she wasn't getting stupid. Still, Ruth decided to believe her and let her go. It wasn't like she could possibly hold her down or stop her from going to "get a few things".
Apparently, she was about to face the consequences.
It was currently thirty minutes past five. The sun was slowly finding it's way below the earth for the moon to take over, and Ruby hadn't come back from where was going.
Mr. Lawrence was already getting worked up. Despite the fact that Ruby was very stubborn, he loved her very much and would have Ruth's head if anything happened to his daughter.
Mr. Lawrence was used to Ruby's lifestyle. He did caution her whenever she ended up doing too much, but she was his only child. He couldn't resist cutting her some slack here and there. He wouldn't deny the fact that he spoilt her effortlessly, but she sometimes, she took it for granted and acted recklessly - which had been the case of recent.
He knew that Ruby took a lot of hours outside with her friends and at parties, but getting a few things was not enough reason to be outside all day, without telling anyone where exactly she was going.
Once again, her number was unreachable. He threw the phone to the sofa he was previously sitting on, and began massaging his head, trying to calm his nerves down.
He knew within him that it wasn't right of him to transfer his frustration to his daughter's nanny.
Ruth had been working for him for over two decades, and this kind of situation hadn't occured before. Besides, there was no possible way on telling Ruby not to go out. Even he found it hard doing that. But he could not afford to allow her make mistakes like this.
He tried to reach Ruby on the phone over and over. After phoning her for the seventh time without getting an answer, he concluded that trying again was useless.
"Stay here. I'm going to search for her", he told Ruth as he headed for the door.
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