Chapter 9 A LOVER'S HELP.

The next morning, Tracy was covered completely by her duvet. She spent the night in a hotel , one of the most prestigious ones , though. She had sat down to make proper calculations on which to go for. She was a public figure , a very famous person. The media would always want to get to her . Had it been other times, she would have considered it . But regarding the current state of the Hall group, she would not want to fall victim to the outrageous questions those journalists and reporters could always come up with.

Her phone was switched off . No one deserved to reach her. If there was anyone she just wanted to be with right now, it would be her lover , Steve. But Steve wasn't taking her calls.

" Mmmh." She winced , sliding her hands out of the duvet.

She had left the TV on before falling asleep. Anyways, she did what she could to avoid being anxious in the real sense of it. But then, it seemed to be that this idea would cost her dearly now. Right there on TV was the news .

"... Breaking News..."

The sound of that raced through her ears . Within a split second, her hands had drawn the duvet out of her body entirely , her body assuming the sitting position at the same time. She had the feeling the news would have nothing else to air if not the Hall group. Her suspicion was confirmed the very moment her eyes caught the headline of the news.

"... TRACY HALL, PRESIDENT OF HALL GROUP HAVING A GOOD TIME AMIDST CRISIS. "

" What the freaking hell is this bullshit?!" She yelled , slipping her legs through the duvet and down to the floor.

She rose to her feet and took a few steps to the TV, her hands rightly placed on her waist.

" According to multiple sources ," the newscaster began ," the president and the supposed heir of the Hall group has been said to be having a good time amid the crisis that has struck them."

Tracy stroked her hair hastily , scattering the arrangement even more.

" Holy shit! What the hell is this ?"

" As can be seen through the pictures on display , she is seen walking into one of the most luxurious hotels in the city. Inside information has it that she ordered different kinds of highly expensive wines. "

Tracy threw her glance at the bottles of wine she had ordered. There were three of them idling on the table in her room. She had purchased three high quality alcohols to help her do away with the worries, at least for a night . But she ended up not taking any .

" I'm getting this damned hotel sued for this!"

The bell in her room rang . Someone was there.

" Wgo the fuck is it?" She said , taking very quick and angry strides towards the door.

On opening it, the race of a robust woman came into view . That was the manager of the hotel.

What the freaking hell was she doing here?

" And what the fuck are you doing in my room?"

" Good morning, ma. "

" I said ,what the heck are you doing in my damn room?! There was absolutely nothing good about this morning. "

" I'm here to apologize for what might have gone wrong in our hotel. "

Tracy giggled. " Come in. " She turned and strode to the television.

The manager carried her body , following right behind.

" Do you see that right there? " She pointed at the TV. " I came here basically because of the high prestige and secrecy this hotel offers. So, what in the name of God is this? "

The lady clasped her hands as if saying a prayer. " Please, I will address this matter. I will fish out the one behind this mess. "

Tracy scoffed. " You will address this . " She smiled. " I will address this myself. I'm getting this damn shit hole of a place sued! "

The lady stuttered . " Please.. please, don't. I will address this. "

" If you don't leave this room at this very moment, I'm getting you arrested . "

In a twinkle of an eye, the lady had vanished from the room completely. The Hall group might be having a really tough time. But that still did not change a damn thing about what Tracy could do to the hotel.

She walked to her phone and turned it on. In the same instant , different notifications started to pour in . Voice nails from different people were all over the place. The trending news was her.

" Damn it!" She cursed under her breath.

She got dressed to go. But getting out there would definitely get more attention. Reporters would be waiting. Anyways, she still had to go. After all, her car was there.

A couple of moments later, she was striding out of the hotel and heading to her car. Her hands slipped into her bag and produced a dark eyeglass which she wasted no time to put on her eyes. Her heart pounded faster and faster. A few meters from her , a group of people, probably reporters and journalists that needed something to feed on , were gathered.

" Oh! It's Tracy Hall!!!" Someone shouted out in the distance.

" That's her! President of the Hall group!"

At this point, Tracy knew she was in for it already. She was still a bit far from her car. She just needed to walk faster . Bracing her shoulders, she increased her pace.

One step... Two steps .... Three steps .... Ten steps. Yes! She was closer . Just a few more steps and she will be in her car. But her stride was cut off when the surging crowd engulfed her.

" Miss Tracy, is it true? Are you less concerned about the group?"

" Why did you spend last night in a hotel ?"

" What is the fate of your group?"

" Is this the end of the Hall group?"

The questions kept on pouring in. Media lights were all over her face. She tried to push but couldn't. The crowd pressed harder. Soon, her glasses got knocked out of her eyes . The crowd still wouldn't stop . Her heart was crushing in her.

" Please, stop. " She said under her breath. " Please,please stop. "

Right through the crowd, a hand gripped her hand . The grip was firm.

Who was that?

She looked up. It was Steve.

" Steve." She muttered.

" It's okay now. " Steve said , throwing his hand over her shoulders.

His masculinity paved the way through the crowd and they both walked away.