Chapter 3

A Sabotaged Plan

“Who is she, Trent, and what is she doing here? She walked towards me and looked at me like she wanted to devour me.

“Yvonne, what are you doing here? Trent turned back and walked towards her.

I stood aside and looked at her. Who was she? Could she be the person Trent was engaged to?

“Did you recruit a female secretary baby? I told you I wanted a male one; you know how much I hate you being around other girls apart from me, she said aloud like she wanted me to hear.

‘“You have to fire her," she added. Trent just sat and said nothing to her whinings. He looked exhausted, and I left them to talk.

“What does she mean he has to fire me? I thought about what his so-called fiance said. What was that about? What does she mean he has to fire me?

I scoffed and packed my bags ready to leave for the day. I thought about going back to Trent's office and having him inform him that I was leaving for the day, but I decided against it.

The night was long as I was tired and hurried to bed without having dinner. The next morning, the alarm clock beside me woke me up, and I prepared for work as fast as I could. I'd rather avoid being in another fight with Trent. As I drove to work, a flashback of my conversation with Trent occurred to me.

“What did he mean by I should stop with the pretense? Does he know I'm Lenore? I thought and shrugged my shoulders. It was impossible. We'd never met before, and all I knew was that Dad had a friend who had a son who is a force in the business world. I arrived at work a few minutes later and glanced at the time. “Good. I smiled and hummed a song while I entered the building.

Then I saw Mr. Donovan with a man dressed in all black. They walked suspiciously, and it looked like he was giving him some orders.

“Who's that with Mr. Donovan? I strained my eyes to see who it was, but I couldn't. He put on a mask and had his face covered. They walked out of the building, and out of curiosity, I followed them.

“Make sure the plan goes well; any disruption in it, and I'd have your head up in the street,” I heard Mr. Donovan say to the man, and he nodded in understanding. Mr. Donovan passed him a white sachet bag with tiny substances in it.

I gasped out in shock and used my hands to cover my mouth. What's happening? Is Trent in danger? Are they trying to kill someone? I slowly walked backward to walk away from where I stood without getting caught. It'll be dangerous if I get caught by Mr. Donovan again. I felt my back bump into someone, and with trembling hands, I turned to check who it was.

“What are you doing here, you sneaky ass? Yvonne sneered at me with a scowl on her face.

“Errm- I'm.. I'm... I stammered and couldn't say anything.

“What are you saying? She eyed me and walked away in front of me. I shielded her from taking any further steps, and that got her angry.

“I had an important call to attend to; you can't go there, ma'am. I said, biting my lower lip. If she goes there and Mr. Donovan sees her, I'm good as dead.

“Are you hiding something there? Yvonne countered and forced her way past me. I followed her, and there was nobody to be found, either Mr. Donovan or the strange man he spoke to.

“What a useless waste of time, Yvonne hissed and walked away. I let out a soft sigh of relief. It would have been dangerous if I was caught.

“Omg, I'm late,” I groaned internally, already bracing myself for Sasha's inevitable lecture. I ran into the building and then to Trent's office.

“You are late, Lena,” Sasha’s voice cut through the morning calm, just after she handed Trent a document to sign. I could only offer a meek apology, my head bowed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how deeply I’d slept,” I murmured, my apology hanging in the air. “I apologize.”

“The first rule of this company is never to be late for work,” she reminded me sternly, and I could only listen as she continued her tirade about the company's rules. No matter how long I stayed here, I doubted I’d ever grow accustomed to them.

“We have important guests coming today, and we need to be duly prepared,” Trent cut the tension in the air.

“Lena, he called and faced me. Sasha will put you through what to do. No mistakes are allowed.

"Yes, sir, we both said, and I followed Sasha out of Trent's office. She put me through things I'd have ready before the guests arrived. Preparing for the meeting made me forget about Mr Donovan.

The guest arrived not long after, and they were ushered to the conference room. I was with Trent, busy arranging some documents he needed for the meeting.

I saw a glance of Mr. Donovan and wondered what he was doing there. “Is he among the guests too? I asked Trent, but he didn't respond. The meeting started, and everyone got engrossed in their talks. I stood at the side with Sasha and watched how Trent led the group. He was good at his job, and watching him do the work I would love to do one day made me admire him more.

Everyone had a break, and refreshments were served. I had my eyes on Mr. Donovan. What happened this morning still bothered me, and I monitored his every move. He called on one of the waitresses and said something to him.

“Excuse me for a bit, I said to Sasha and followed the waitress. He had a cup of wine with him and walked towards Trent. He tried to serve him the cup of wine, and I looked over to Mr. Donovan. He lifted his cup to his lips and smiled.

“Is he targeting Trent? I thought and walked towards Trent.

“No, you can't have that…