The Billionaire’s Assistant

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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A phone buzzed under the counter and Rhia Bloomberg picked it up. It was a text, she tap-opened the message and read it. Disappointment flickered across her face.

“Hey, don't get caught.” A feminine voice said, approaching the counter.

“I'm careful.” she returned the phone back to its former position.

“You don't seem happy, bad news?”

“Yeah, I'm about to be dead soon.”

“Stop saying that Rhia”

“My parents want to meet this weekend.”

“I mean that's a good thing, right? At least they're interested in you.”

“I wouldn't view it that way.” She blew a raspberry. “Remember I haven't told them I lost my job and I'm working here.”

“But you have to tell them soon.”

“I'm trying, Emmeline. You know, I'm not their favorite. It's not going to be easy. They will be disappointed.”

“I was really hoping I’dl get a call or text from the company I applied to be an assistant in but instead I got this. What am I going to do now?”

“Lose no hope, you still have until the weekend before the dinner. Surely they will reach out to you before then”

“Thank you, I'm hopeful but just too scared my parents will find out Jay and I broke up and I left his company to work here before I have something decent to present to them.”

“You did the right thing. Jay was an ass who didn't deserve you.” Emmeline assured her.

“My parents won't understand. He has always been a sweetheart to and before them.”

“Being a waitress ain't that bad. It's just for the main time. They should understand.”

“I wished it was that easy.” Rhia let out a sigh of frustration.

“I'll —”

“I don't pay you to gossip. Go over there and serve tables. That's what you're being paid for, cheap rats.” A voice boomed out and cast fear upon them.

“Sorry, Manager Dimmy.” Those words rolled out both their mouths simultaneously. Their hearts were in their throats. They knew the boss meant business - he was known for being a hard taskmaster, and he didn't have space for any sort of tolerance. It didn't matter to him whether they had something to do or not. He just wanted them to be busy.

As the day wore on, an order was initiated. Rhia carefully carried the drinks and seafood platter over to the customer as he had requested for himself and his friend, however, disaster struck. Just as she was about to place the meal on his table, the customer's hand due to excessive talking and demonstration state hit the drink, causing both the drinks and platter to spill all over himself and a bit of its content on Rhia. The customer began to shout, this attracted the patrons attention and Rhia was mortified. She could feel the hot liquid seeping through her clothes, and she knew she was in trouble. All she could do was apologize but the customer didn't care.

“Who is your manager? What kind of clumsy animals does he employ here?” The customer roared.

Here comes the rampage boss. “I'm sorry, sir. I'll handle it from here. Your order is on the house tonight.”

“Now, you're talking because I was not going to pay for that.” The customer smiled at Manager Dimmy and then wandered his eyes at Rhia who was standing there like a terrified cat, “make sure she gets the treatment she deserves.”

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