Chapter 4 Three Months To Take It All Back.

Chapter 4

Venice POV.

"I had picked you from the airport to drop you at the hotel where you dropped your luggages and you told me to drive you to the le'courtois tower in city center."

His voice was thick with a Spanish accent. The kind that tangled awkwardly with english. I listened but it felt like static.

"Maybe it is due to the medication you have taken," he added, " Ha estado durmiendo las Últimas ocho horas en el atasco (you have been sleeping for the past eight hours in the hold up.)" Driver affirmed.

Eight hours?

"You also complained about exhaustion throughout your flight, madam."

I quickly cut-in, "what do you, you mean, I have been sleeping for the past eight hours?"

He put up a devilish laugh to reply to me, "Yes madam, i think you are hallucinating?"

The word hallucinating hung in the air. He wouldn't understand what I had gone through. No one would. If only he knew. If only anyone knew.

How do you explain dying in the hand of someone you loved and waking up in the backseat of a cab in Madrid.

Before I could finish thinking through.

Something whispers. Soft. Faint.

"This is your second chance to redeem yourself, you have three months to take back everything that has been taken away from you."

My brain caught.

Three months?

I blinked hard, shaking hard to silence the voice in my head. My memories were clouded, trauma sticking to my thoughts like shards of glass.

"Oh!, nothing," I put on a fake smile and managed to mumble some words for the man to hear while still trying to put the pieces together. " I think I have lately worked myself off for the past few days and my body is demanding for rest."

The driver exhaled, like someone had lifted a heavy weight off his chest.

"Thank goodness." The driver gave a sigh, "I thought you had completely lost your mind."

"Lost my mind? Not a chance."

"Where is my handbag? I need my phone."

I had to track back what exactly I have on the fifteenth of May? Business meeting? To visit a friend? Travel and tour with Kael and I ? Why am I in Madrid?

"It was beside you in the car? You slept with it like your life depends on it."

I rushed into the car, checked my phone. It occurred to me that I was to schedule a business meeting with Jim Le'courtois, the head of le'courtois conglomerates on the same date.

I had booked a flight, booked the cab service online to make my visit hitch free. because I know no one in Madrid, though I am familiar with some places in spain. Though Jim Le'courtois had told me that he was flying that day from Asia. I know that I had to keep up with time. Every successful business owners don't joke with time

Truly, fate had bought me time for revenge against Kael, his strange woman and as many people who are behind my life.

"You told me you are here for a business meeting at le'courtois Tower?" The driver quickly cut-in.

I didn't hesitate, "Yes."

"That is the tower right there!" He turned and he showed me a glass tower.

I looked up. Glass steel. Prestige. The building rose into the skylines like it owned the city.

I checked the time. I was a few hours behind.

"Fuck me!" I cursed under my breath. "This deal is off, Venice."

He leaned forward. Unsure. Before he could guess what I was doing. I reached out and squeezed his nose.

"you, come here..."

I dragged him closer to me, I squeezed his nose.

"Ouch... madam." he let out a painful smirk.

"Next time you will prevent me from taking such medicine. What I am to have in that building there involves my life."

"How am I to know madam?" He replied, holding his nose for further spanking as he refrained from me like a kid caught with a chocolate bar.

"Why are you being paid?"

Something in me said I should still give it a try. I may still find Jim Le'courtois in his office.

I zoomed out of the car with my bag. I

"Should I find somewhere to pack? While I wait for you?"

"Wait for me? Go! big head, I will give you a call when I am through." I replied, without looking back, to carry my legs as fast as it could carry me.

I had stepped into the main reception when I met a lady, fascinated by her impeccable skin and white teeth.

"Kindly take the elevator to the last floor. Take the third room to the left."

I heaved a thank-goodness sigh of relief.

In a few minutes, I got into a large office where I met another young lady who asked me to fill a form and I waited patiently.

Until I was directed into the office. Where I met an aged man. Well trimmed White beard matched up with his three piece suit everything around him screamed of opulence. No reason why he is named among Forbes top thirty richest.

He looked up to me from the monitor in front of him as I closed behind me into his office and put a smile on his face.

"Miss Venice Candreva?" He moved from chair and welcomed me into his arms.

His flawless skin and the perfume speaks opulence and exquisiteness.

"Why does it take you this long?"

"I am sorry sir, I got into the city a few hours ago. My flight was delayed." I paused to see his reaction. Then I continue.

"... And traffic didn't help either."

I had given him that. A necessary lie.

"Oh sorry for that!"

I sat back in the chair. To look into his face if he is going to decline to invest as I laid the necessary documents and brought a sample of the product.

"Let us leave frivolity aside," he said.

The air suddenly thickened. I paused and looked at him for a moment.

"What do you mean sir?" I asked with curiosity, as I wrinkled my brow.

"I have a job offer for you."