She Is All Yours

Chapter 3-She Is All Yours

I looked over my phone to check the map. I am not sure if I got off at the right stop, but the map says here that the Vermont Corporation building is a few blocks away. And I was already late, given that my father already texted me, looking for me in the building’s lobby. But it was not like I could have asked the bus driver to speed up. Checking the map once again, I figured that it was only three blocks away. The good thing was that I was not wearing a very high heeled shoe, just a pair of decent two inches heels. I started to walk then and constantly checked my phone to make sure that I was going the right way. 

In bold and cursive display, the words “Vermont Co.” graced the front of the building. I exhaled my exhaustion and waited for the pedestrian sign to turn green and the cars to stop. Several passersby stood beside me as they too waited to cross. This is my first time coming here to Vermont Co., and the only thing that I know about them is that they own one of the largest and most luxurious hotels in the country. They also own other businesses in different fields and are big investors, but I am only familiar with the hotels.

I stepped in the revolving door and marveled at the interior of the lobby and the friendly faces at reception greeted me. But as I roamed my eyes around the area, I found my father’s face, frowned upon me and so I quickly walked towards him.

“Where have you been?!” 

“The bus was late, Dad,” I answered calmly, I knew that there was no point arguing with him. And besides, it was never in me to argue with anyone.

“Follow me,” he uttered, and beside him was his lawyer with a briefcase in his hand.

I followed them without any idea what was going on or where we were headed to.

“Where are we exactly doing here, Dad? Shouldn’t you have brought someone from the finance department since they are the ones dealing with investors?” I asked but I received no response from him and the lawyer just glanced at me. We entered the elevator and I stood behind my father, two more employees of the company stepped in before the doors closed. The lawyer pushed the buttons that would lead us to the eleventh floor of the building, the employees pushed the fifteen. The elevator stopped a few times for other people to get in and out.

The elevator made a sound and I looked up seeing the number 11 on top of the door as it opened and we stepped out. We walked along the hallways, passing by several offices, with solid and transparent walls, and saw several computers and cubicles where the employees worked, until we stopped. The door holds the words “General Manager”. The lawyer knocked on the door and a man opened it. 

Dad stepped in, then I followed when our lawyer gave me the way before he followed, closing the door behind him. As I moved forward, I froze when my eyes left my father’s back and looked around the room, landing my gaze at a man seated on his swivel chair, standing up to meet my father with a handshake. 

I know him. 

My heart hammered against my rib cage, and my eyes did not leave his angelic face.

A fallen angel if I must say. His rough features and cold hazel brown eyes that I have only noticed today, for I was drunk when we did it, and he was asleep when I woke and left him.

I could not hear what he and my father were talking about along with our lawyer. My hearing was muffled and I was too engrossed at seeing him again, which I never thought would ever happen. 

It was just a one night stand.

We were both drunk.

And we did not know each other.

So he works here?

It wouldn’t be too rude to know the name of the person who took my V-card, right?

My eyes glanced at his table and looked at his desk nameplate. “Alexander Vermont”

“Vermont?”

“Show your manners, Claire.” I heard my father's voice which put me out of trance.

“H-huh?” 

I did not know I had said it out loud.

“I apologize,” I uttered and looked at him, Alexander Vermont, who now has his eyes on me.

“She is the one you were talking about? Your daughter,” he uttered.

“Yes. She is all yours. You may do whatever you want with her. She is adept with administrative work since she worked in my company, and can be your personal maid, assistant, or wherever you need her,” Dad said and I was in utter shock.

“Dad, w-what are you talking about? What is this?” my hands were trembling and I could not stop my voice from rising a little.

But he did not answer me.

I walked abruptly towards him, my heels clicking against the tiled floor, I grabbed the sleeve of his coat and he met my eyes with a stern look.

“You wanted to help the company, right? Now be useful and serve him well,” he uttered with a look of a warning.

“What? No!”

“It seems that your daughter was not aware and protests against this deal, Mr. Hugh. I would not want to have a headache.” Alexander Vermont uttered, and I glared at him.

“You will now work for him, and do everything he says. Our company is going bankrupt and we owe him big time. Show some care to my family and be useful in our life even just once.” Dad said and turned to Alexander Vermont.

“She will do everything you say, she is all yours. Here is the copy of the agreement that we have sent you and to your lawyer. You just have to sign this now to certify that we are free from all financial debts.” 

I tried to grab the folder from my dad but his reflexes were faster to grab my wrist, give me a warning look while he strongly held my hand, and I twisted in pain that tears started to pool in my eyes and I struggled to break free from his hold. I tried pulling my hand away from him but he held it firmly.

“Dad, you are hurting me.” I voiced meekly. This was not the first time he had hurt me physically, he had done it as well before when he slapped me for I was accused by my stepmother and stepsister of something I had never done.

“You will really get hurt if you do not stop disobeying me.” He uttered with greeted teeth, and I could feel his anger seeping out of him despite his control not to lash out at me in front of other people.