Gyro's Dirty secret

♡︎❦︎ CORVETTE ❦︎♡︎

I couldn’t check the mail update from Megan due to the bad network service in the area that we where, so I made a mental note to check it out later on. However, I couldn’t shake off the thought that Megan had sent something very important.

She usually conveyed information to me via calls and she texted sometimes. But she never used emails unless it’s a very serious matter and me being eager to see what it was is an understatement, I was highly anxious. Stupid network service!

I started the ignition and geared the car into acceleration and began driving. It was a Black Phantom Rolls Royce — a very expensive and sophisticated vehicle and I have to admit I liked the way it felt when I drive it; I liked the feel of my feet pressing down on the gas peddle unhitched, I like the feel of smoothly maneuvering of the steering wheel and the real leather seats made my rear feel comfortable, not to mention the soft noise the tyres made plying the road.

What I did not like, or rather, who I didn’t like, was Gyro. I hated her haughtiness and pride, I hated the fact that she was sometimes uptight and rude, I hated the fact that she was also too friendly sometimes, and sometimes, unwelcoming.

By too friendly, I mean who hires a complete stranger as a driver without a very proper interview? And by unwelcoming, she hasn’t said a single word to me since we started the drive back home.

However, I don’t blame her.

I’m aware of the smugness and gloaty complacency these celebrities assume once they have made it big, it makes them think that they’re better than everyone else. Undoubtedly they are, but I hated the fact that their approach was usually uncouth.

But what I actually hated the most about Gyro was the fact that she acted so innocent and pure, like she absolutely had no skeletons in her closet and was so clean and unblemished. I couldn’t wait to expose her.

Another thing I hated was the fact that this was taking too long and so far, I hadn’t been able to gain one single information about her. Nevertheless, I decided to do some more snooping around this night when everyone was asleep, so I wouldn’t have any interruptions or unexpected walk-ins.

The private iron barred gates to Gyro’s mansion slid open and I drove the car in and all the way to the garage. The bodyguards from another vehicle I just noticed had been trailing behind us alighted and walked over to the passenger side of this Rolls Royce and opened it for Gyro to step out.

She alighted and the door was shut behind her and I watched in amusement as she strutted all the way into the mansion. I got out of the car too and locked it, giving the keys to one of the bodyguards because I wasn’t allowed to be in possession of it.

I also wasn’t allowed to be in the main house — obviously, so I walked all the way to my flat in the staff quarters like I was instructed and dropped on my bed the moment I stepped in.

I let out an exasperated and tired sigh as I sunk into the bed. After resting my eyes for about fifteen minutes, I strode into my kitchen to fix myself something to eat.

I took the pain and effort to prepare lasagna that late at night, so as to consume and pass away time while I waited for Gyro to go to bed. When I was done with the cooking, eating and clearing up, I decided that it was time to freshen up.

I walked into my bathroom and showered and brushed my teeth. Afterwards, I decided to put on a T-shirt and jeans rather than my pajamas, since I wasn’t going to bed immediately.

With that, I walked out of my apartment and made my way to the main building. I paused to look around and check if anyone was nearby, following me or watching me. When I was satisfied with my safety, I continued advancing towards the building.

I finally reached the main building and was faced with the obstacle of a privacy lock at the door and it required a code that I didn’t know. Luckily for me and unfortunate for Gyro and her skeletoned secrets, I had so many years of experience working for Splash a star and was friends with a tech savvy to not know how to crack a lock.

There was always a default password for every security lock no matter the brand, type of whatever password the owner might’ve set it to unlock in command to. And I knew exactly what that code was.

Looking around one more time and ascertaining that I was alone, I proceeded to type in the code and as expected, the machine flashed green and I was granted access.

All the lights were turned off and that meant that Gyro was most likely asleep.

Thank goodness!

I contemplated on where I was going to look first before narrowing my options down to her office, the library and the store room. If I had enough time, I'll scan through all of them.

I know it sounds random, but I chose the library because many people hide their secrets in the library; in between all those hard–covered voluminous books probably lied secrets and scandals that would be my key to getting Gyro.

However, I was going to begin with her office because that’s obviously the first place to start from.

It most probably holds and stores lots of information.

I wasn’t too worried about someone finding me, except if Gyro suddenly wakes up and decides to visit her office at 1am, which was highly unlikely.

I actually learnt last year that Gyro practically dies when she sleeps because when she sleeps, she does so until the next morning when it’s time to wake up and doesn’t succumb to any disturbances.

Her ex boyfriend had posted that on his Twitter as a troll when the scandal of their breakup was still trending. So I really hope he is indeed correct, if not, I’m really taking a risk here.

Nobody else stayed in the main building with Gyro; according to the personal information leaked, She’s single and doesn’t have any romantic partner or child who stays with her. The staff and bodyguards stay in the staff quarters.

It was really hard going around the house in darkness without illumination and a sense of direction as I had left my phone in my quarters and didn’t want to turn on any of the lights, plus I didn’t know my way around Gyro’s house.

After what seemed like all of eternity, I think I had arrived at the room allocated for her in-house office. I tried opening it but it was locked, and this time, it was key locked and unlucky me, I didn’t have the keys, nor anything pointy and sharp to pick the lock with.

I cussed underneath my breath and considered kicking the door in frustration but logically reasoned that it might wake Gyro up.

I decided to move on to the next room I had in mind to scan. The library. It took me another donkey years to finally unlock the library door and when I did, trust me, I stepped inside, shutting the door behind me immediately.

I located the light switch and turned on the lights.

I was immediately greeted with the sight of numerous shelves stocked and loaded with what seemed like infinite number of books and my jaw slacked as I wondered just how many books were in this place.

Gyro didn’t even strike me as one who loved reading books; I just figured she had a library because that’s what rich people do, they just set up libraries in their large homes and order shittones of books they don’t and would never read.

The same may be the case for Gyro, because she doesn’t appeal to me as one who appreciates books.

I exhaled deeply as I looked around, wondering where I would begin. It wasn’t going to be easy raking through this library, but there wasn’t any part of my job that was ever easy.

I went through most of the aisles and flipped open a few books, hoping for a document paramount to my investigation to fall out from one of the pages. But I got nothing.

After what seemed like an hour and thirty minutes, I hadn’t found anything and was beginning to loose hope and give up. But as I was going through one of the aisles, I pushed some books away and lo and behold, I saw a key.

I took the key and held it up in my hands. It was labelled ‘office spare key.’ I nearly screamed for joy as I read the label and blessed the clutz for being so clumsy and leaving behind an extra key to Gyro’s office.

I arranged the books and aisles I had scattered and made sure everywhere looked untouched before switching off the lights and shutting the door. I made my way back to Gyro’s office and slotted the key in.

The door thankfully opened and I was overjoyed within, I had a really good feeling about this. I felt I was going to find something. I shut the door behind me and finding the light switch, I switched it on.

I then began searching the office for answers. In Hollywood and America’s music industry, there was always market for the young, beautiful and talented. The market brings attention and some of them do not know how to handle the attention and fall into scandals.

Some though, decide to fall into scandals because they are not getting enough attention and feel it’s the only way to be relevant.

It is common knowledge that Gyro is young and single and this is one of her greatest selling points asides her great voice - the talent. This makes it so that both ladies and men love her, and would waste no time in buying tickets for her show - the attraction.

And in most cases, talent plus attraction mishandled equals to wrong decisions. And I was certain Gyro had made some of them.

I went through all the shelves and drawers and found nothing but work documents. I then decided to go through her office cabinet and while I was ravaging through the final drawer, I was delighted to find something unexpected. And it was my first golden step on my way to success.

I found a picture of Gyro and Nathaniel Emerson, a rich ‘religious’ Christian oil tycoon who is married, very popularly known for his wealth and his devotion to God. It was a comprising pose as he had his arms snaked around her waist and her lips were pecked on his cheek. They seemed to be in karaoke bar.

The picture looked fairly old and forgotten.

This was a bomb! And I would’ve been shocked about it if I hadn’t seen far worse things through the entirety of my careers.

I decided to submit this golden piece of evidence to Megan, that way I could kill two birds with one stone! Gyro and Nathaniel with one swift move.

The thought of this major and huge success was so elating that I didn’t know when I let out a squeal of joy and quickly covered my mouth hoping no one heard, but it was far too late because I heard a door close and someone stopped by the office window.

"Shit, I'm dead."