Meeting a crazy guy

LUCILLE 

I burst into a peal of laughter. He must be joking. Did he think I was joking with him? I meant it when I said I wanted to teach him some lessons. 

  "I would have loved to do that, old man but I am afraid it can't happen," I refused blatantly. I moved closer to one of the couches there, sat on it, and spread my legs on the table. 

  "What the hell...  Can you see she's...," He was frustrated and that was my joy. My intestines were leaping with joy inwardly. He shut his eyes, placed a hand on his forehead, and turned to Francis, "I don't know how you are going to do it but you have just 5 seconds to throw this crazy woman out of my house this instance," 

I hummed my favorite song and rested my head on the couch. I knew I would leave, this wasn't my house, but not without showing him I cannot be trampled on the way he did to his worker, Francis. 

   "We can't do that, sir.  You heard her when she said she was ready to help us. She's our helper, sir," Francis explained. I understood him clearly. He was the one who asked him to get somebody fit for the job in twenty minutes. And when he had gotten one, you asked him to send her away.

It was an impossible thing to do. 

  "What! Never! This thing can never be my helper. What does she even know? Are you toying with me, Francis? How do you expect someone like her to know how to speak German? Get her out now!" He ordered. He was infuriated. I could see the way he was controlling his hands from moving out of his will. 

Francis glanced at me with pleading eyes. It was as if he was screaming my name to save him from the clutch of his wicked boss. 

I giggled, "Hör auf, mir mit deinem Lärm die Ohren zu verletzen (I know how to speak the language. Now, stop hurting my ears with your noise)" I let out. 

Francis's disappointed face lit up and was replaced with excitement. An impressive smile flashed across his eyes. 

  "Can you see that? Can you hear her? I will quickly go and get the agreement document,"  He chuckled amidst those statements. He zoomed off before his boss could stop him. 

The man looked at me, embarrassed and unsure of what to say. 

I scoffed inwardly. Thank God I attended my German classes regularly when I was in college. He would have been the one to rejoice over my loss if I didn't know how to speak the language. 

Francis came with the documents and I saw the name of the man.

  "Ramsey Rowe," I couldn't help giggling. "No wonder you are acting like a ram," I thought I said that in my thoughts without knowing I said it out loud. 

I raised my head and the pair of eyes I saw startled me. I almost jumped out of my seat. 

Ramsey was looking at me as if he had a killing intention. I was sure he had two unseen devil's horns on his head as he glared at me, unsmiling. 

  "What! Marriage? Why do I have to get married to you? I thought it was just a translator thing," 

  "Miss....,"  Francis halted after realizing he didn't know my name. 

  "Lucille, please," I responded with a smile. I glanced at Ramsey and my smile changed into a scorn. 

  "Miss Lucille. It's still the same but we are just doing that to be on the safe side. You guys are going to get divorced immediately after the contract clicks,"  He explained. 

  "No! We can just lie that we are married. We do not have to get married for real. Not with this ugly old man," I made the last sentence in a low voice but it was vivid enough for him to hear me. 

  "Then get your ass up and leave. I am kind enough to pay someone like you 2 billion dollars for a stress-free job like this. I am sure you have never earned a quarter of this money in your life. I am the one doing you a favor here, girl. I am the one trying to change your pauper status to rich. You can leave if you don't want to," 

He sure knew how to get somebody annoyed. I must commend him for that. He knew the right words to get me worked up. 

I smashed my hands on the table and sprang up. "Since you are so rich, Ramsey Rowe. Then, take all your money, go and talk to your German client yourself. I might not have earned half of the money you mentioned all my life, but I am so sure I have never cry to you for help," 

I hissed, tossed the documents on his face, and dashed toward the door. 

Francis ran to me and knelt in front of me. "Please,  Miss Lucille. If you go now, I will be the one to suffer for it. Please just help me. I'm in dire need of your help," 

Looking at the way he was pleading, my angry heart softened and I made up my mind to do it for Francis. All I have to do is just to endure Ramsey and his craziness for a week or two and that would be all. We will get divorced and I will concentrate on the two betrayals. I smirked inwardly, knowing there was nothing I could do to the both of them. 

  "Okay," I muttered. I went back to my seat, signed the contract, and returned it to Francis. He was elated. 

  

Ramsey stood up and tucked his hands in his pocket.  "Let's go," He said, turning to leave. 

I looked at him, giving him a questioning look. Why should I follow you? 

  "You do not think you are wearing this filthy gown to the first meeting with the German clients right? 

I almost pounced on him when he called my dress "filthy". The dress I spent a lot of fortune on,  thinking it would be my engagement dress without knowing it would be my disengagement dress. I was betrayed by my boyfriend and best friend. It was still hard to comprehend and that was why I decided to get myself involved in Ramsey's and Francis's business. I needed something to keep myself busy before I committed a crime I might regret. 

Inspecting the dress with my right senses now, it was really fit to be called" Filthy" because the creamy color had turned brownish. 

  " Are you coming or not? "His voice brought me back and I nodded.