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The CEO's Escort
The CEO's Escort
Penulis: Joy Teo

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Penulis: Joy Teo
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2021-04-02 23:25:34

The Supreme Court of Justice was hushed as everyone waited for the judge to arrive. Amber Banks sat next to her attorney with her head held high at the Counsel’s table. Her emerald green eyes stared straight at the wooden panelled walls opposite from where she sat, not making eye contact with anyone. She was dressed in an oversized orange prisoner jumpsuit which was much too big for her petite frame and her fiery red curls were tied back in a loose ponytail.  

Behind her, a soft glow of warm sunlight streamed into the otherwise stuffy room filled with highly tensed people, highlighting the dust particles that danced and twirled in the air.

To the untrained eye, Amber came off as aloof, emanating a sense of emotional detachment from her surroundings - inwardly however, she was breaking down.

None of the jury sitting behind the bulletproof glass wall could see, but beneath the wooden table where her cuffed hands lay, she was trembling. Her hands were shaking so much that she had to dig her thumbnails into her index fingers just to calm herself.

Amber Banks was on trial for murder. A murder she did not commit.

“All rise! The court is now in session.”

Everyone in the room stood up solemnly.

In walked Judge Rodney, in a plain black robe. It was his last case as a judge before his official retirement and it was also one of the biggest trials of the decade. A CEO of an upcoming startup tech company had been murdered in cold blood.

Judge Rodney raised his hand, signalling for everyone to sit before taking a seat himself. As he sat himself down, his aging back made a little cracking sound. He was getting too old for this and could not wait for the trial to end, but he had a dreaded feeling that the case would drag on for some time. He cleared his throat, “Everyone but the jury may be seated, Bailiff John Deere, please swear in the jury.”

The young bailiff nodded at the judge and turned to the jury of twelve, “Please raise your right hands. Do you solemnly swear or affirm that you will truly listen to this case and render a true verdict and a fair sentence as to this defendant?”

The members of the jury looked at Amber, who sat seemingly emotionless at the Counsel’s table. Her expression was unreadable.

In a resounding voice, every member of the jury replied, “Yes I do.”

Amber swallowed hard. There was no way out now. This was the end of the road for her.

Judge Rodney began, “Members of the jury, your duty today will be to determine whether the defendant is guilty or not guilty based only on facts and evidence provided in this case. The prosecution has the burden of proving the guilt of the defendant beyond a reasonable doubt. This burden remains on the prosecution through the trial. The prosecution must prove that a crime was committed and that the defendant is the person who committed the crime. However, if you are not satisfied with the defendant’s guilt to that extent, then reasonable doubt exists and the defendant must be found not guilty.”

“Bailiff John Deere, what is today’s case?”

Bailiff John Deere who remained standing replied, “Your Honor, today’s case is the State of California versus Amber Banks.”

The case had shocked the nation, no one understood how a young woman such as Amber could have ended the life of a healthy, well-built man and come out unscathed. 

The judge peered at the prosecutor through his rimless spectacle, “Is the prosecution ready?”

“Yes, your Honor.”

Then he looked over to the defence attorney, “Is the defence ready?”

The defence attorney looked at Amber, but she did not meet his gaze. Instead, she remained still as a statue in her chair. The attorney shook his head a little, his client wasn’t even putting up a fight to claim her innocence – but just before he could reply to the judge, the double panelled door of the courtroom burst open with a bang, catching everyone by surprise.

“STOP!”

A man charged in, shouting frantically as two court officers jumped into action to restrain him.

At the sight of the man, Amber’s eyes fluttered wide in shock as her mouth formed an ‘O’. She stood up and for a brief moment, her eyes met the man’s as he struggled to free himself from the grasp of the officers.

 “I killed him! It was me! I killed him!”

***

TWO MONTHS AGO

“Now don’t you look pretty as a pie hon,” Madam Cecil smiled, her bright red lips curling all the way up the corners of her heavily painted eyes. She placed her hands on Amber’s slender shoulders and twirled her around.

“Sure, you don’t want to consider working as a hostess here? We pay our girls very well, “Madam Cecil made sure to emphasize the word ‘very’ as she mentally undressed Amber who stood uncomfortably in front of her.

Amber Banks was a beauty, but she did not know it. She had grown up far too immersed in bringing food to the table to care for such things. When she was fourteen, both her parents died in a car crash and she and her brother were left in the care of a distant relative who gave them neither love nor shelter. They were left to fend for themselves.

Her brother was only eleven then, but Amber could see that he was more academically inclined than she, so she dropped out of school to work full time, often juggling between three to four jobs a day just to make sure that her brother, Anson got the education he deserved.

And now at the age of twenty-one, her hard work paid off. Anson had just graduated from high school and was recently offered a spot at Stanford University. But everything came at a price, his admission to the prestigious university meant that she would have to triple her earnings.

A customer at the bakery where she worked had suggested for her to try out a waitressing position at the La Fire Club – it was THE hottest and poshest club in the whole of California, catering only to VIPs.

“They pay so well you’ll even be able to put yourself through school!” the customer had gushed.

So here she was, standing uncomfortably in a simple light blue blouse and mommy jeans under the scrutinizing gaze of the head hostess who circled her like an eagle. She clasped her hands and dug her thumb into her palm tightly as Madam Cecil pulled off Amber’s scrunchie, letting her red curls loose. Her natural and soft wavy locks tumbled down past her shoulders, highlighting her fair complexion even more just to hang slightly above her tiny waistline.

They stood in a brightly lit dressing room surrounded by rows upon rows of vanity tables. A few scantily clad women were on sitting on fluffy white stools putting on what looked to Amber like too much makeup. The place reeked of heavily scented perfume too, and it was starting to give Amber a headache. Perhaps she should not have come, but she needed the money.

She shook her head politely and gave a timid smile, “I’m here for the waitressing position ma’am.”

“Cecil.”

“Sorry, ma’am. I mean Cecil,” she squeaked slightly. The older woman, though still seductively gorgeous, had an awfully intimating stare.

“You have a beautiful voice too, like milk flowing on honey,” Cecil complimented her.

That sounds like my cornflakes, Amber thought with a frown as she lowered her head. Why is she comparing my voice to food?

Cecil stepped even closer and lifted Amber’s oval face by her dainty chin, “Heads up young lady, be proud of the bountiful blessings that Aphrodite has gifted you.”

Huh? Amber was confused.

Cecil eyed Amber’s face as she traced her soft full lips, “Mmmm…good for kissing too.”

At this, Amber recoiled from Cecil’s grasp, “I’m sorry?”

Cecil laughed and some of the girls in the room stopped to stare, curious as to what was happening.

Cecil waved her hand in the air, “Nothing darling. Alright, I won’t force you. You can start waitressing tonight. Our shift starts from ten to three. We pay thirty per hour.”

Amber’s eyes opened wide. Thirty?! She’d have to work five bone-breaking hours at the bakery just to get THAT amount.

Cecil could see the awe in Amber’s innocent face. She smiled, “We pay a hundred per hour for hostesses…”

A hundred! Amber could feel her heart racing as her breathing became more rapid. That would be easy money. With that kind of money, she wouldn’t have to work so many jobs a day!

“And our girls get tips for extra services.” A wink from the woman sent a chill down Amber’s spine and the image of a hundred dollars disappeared in a poof. She knew exactly what the ‘extra services’ were.

And as much as she needed the money, she could never, no she would never sell her own body and dignity.

I’d die before I let any man touch me, she thought to herself.

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  • The CEO's Escort   TWO

    Amber straightened herself, pulling at her light blue cotton blouse and gave her bravest smile, “Thank you, I’ll take the waitressing job.” Cecil raised an eyebrow, impressed by the redhead’s determination, “Alright then.” She handed Amber’s blue and black polka-dotted scrunchie back and shouted at a raven-haired beauty who was lounging on a leather-covered sofa in the corner of the room, “Lola!” “Yeah?” Lola called out even as she got up with swanlike grace. “Give our new staff …. Annie?” “I’m Amber.” “Ah yes, Amber the redhead, I’ll remember the name from now on. Give Amber her waitressing uniform. And don’t forget the pumps!” Cecil’s eyes narrowed, “Thirty-four, twenty-three, thirty-four…hmmm, give her a size one. She’s starting right away. Oh, and Lola? I don’t want you smoking at the back alley you hear? Williams and Smith will be here tonight.” Lola nodded nonchalantly as she strutted to the back of the dressing r

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2021-04-02
  • The CEO's Escort   THREE

    “WHAT DID YOU SAY??” Amber asked as loudly as she could.She was standing at the bar with Lola as the bartender prepared the vodka, but could make absolutely nothing of what Lola was trying to tell her. The music was too loud.Lola moved to the music, and jiggled her hips, “GET ON FABIAN’S GOOD SIDE! DON’T CROSS HIM!”All Amber could hear was the incessantly loud rhythmic music, “WHAT?!”Lola spotted a customer in the crowd, winked at Amber and headed to the dance floor, moving to the beat under the strobe lights, all hyped up and ready for a good time before finally disappearing into the throng of dancers.The bartender tapped on Amber’s shoulder, causing her to jump a little.“OH, THANK YOU!” she said, not exactly sure whether he heard her. Gingerly, she balanced the highball glass on a silver platter, trying hard not to spill a drop and carefully made her way back to the VIP room. It was located a distance away and tucked out of sight from the

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2021-04-02
  • The CEO's Escort   FOUR

    The door closed behind them and Fabian returned to his seat on the sofa. Sitting down with outstretched arms, he took a look at Amber. She was standing ridiculously still next to the door, almost like a wallflower and obviously still rattled by what had happened earlier. He had been resting in the room when he heard a scream earlier but had decided to ignore the commotion, but when the yelling and shouting escalated, he had to step in. They were just too noisy - he did not like noise. They annoyed him to no end. He had thrown open his door in agitation and was about to give the shouting couple a piece of his mind when he saw Amber. He hadn’t expected to see her attacked like that and for some reason, seeing her hurt made his blood boil. He hadn’t been able to see her clearly under the dim corridor light earlier, but now in the privacy of his own turf and under the warm white light, he finally saw her features clearly for the first time. Her lips, moi

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2021-04-03
  • The CEO's Escort   FIVE

    The Banks siblings lived in a tiny rented room at the top of Ma’s Bakery. They had been living here for the past seven years, ever since they lost their parents. Amber had stumbled upon this place by accident. Their late father had mortgaged their house to fund a business plan that had failed miserably and upon their parent’s death, all the money left from the insurance coverage was used to either pay for the funeral or to settle their late father’s loans. Their relative had decided early on that they would not be able to take the two orphaned children in, especially not when they had three other little mouths to feed. So they tried to send Amber and her brother to the orphanage. Amber refused and in the end, they were left to defend themselves. It was a cold winter’s night when the owner of Ma’s bakery, Margaret Cornwell found Amber peering through her frosted windows. Anson had been sick and they had not eaten for days. That fateful night, Margaret to

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2021-04-06
  • The CEO's Escort   SIX

    Fabian turned away from the window’s panoramic view and headed down the linear stair rails to his kitchen, his mind still lost in a web of memories from yesteryear. “Good morning sir,” a sprightly voice called out from a lone white illuminated box that sat unobtrusively in the middle of his marble benchtop, bringing Fabian’s mind back to the present. It was the only presence he allowed in his house. “Morning V,” Fabian opened his mirrored double-doored fridge and pulled out a glass of orange juice. V was his ubiquitous virtual assistant - the brainchild of Fabian Williams and one of Virtuex Holdings’ top selling innovations. “What would you like to have for breakfast today?” the voice quipped. V had access to every part of the two-tone modern house, from Fabian’s master bedroom all the way to his garage in the basement and was, therefore, able to cater to all of Fabian’s commands. He did not feel like eating. Not after answering the phone call earlier

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2021-04-07
  • The CEO's Escort   SEVEN

    The La Fire Club was abuzz with excitement. As Amber walked into the dressing room to collect her uniform, she saw women primming themselves in front of the vanity tables with lights, looking even more made up than usual. They were chatting with each other excitedly, some giggling, others gushing and a few were even adding more padding to their push up bras.“Amber! How do I look?” a busty blonde quipped, turning around to face Amber. Her breasts were practically spilling out of her corset.“Um…chesty?” she wasn’t exactly sure what to say but the answer seemed to satisfy the blonde who went back to facing the mirror, apparently to add even more padding.Amber made her way to the back of the dressing room where she found Lola, sitting crossed legged and alone on the sofa where they first met yesterday. Unlike the other girls, Lola had a book on her lap and a pen tucked neatly behind her ear.Amber had to smile, she liked Lola. The girl was as honest as anyone

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2021-04-09
  • The CEO's Escort   EIGHT

    “Now, now Fabian. I’ve sent you Amber, so please remove the scowl from that handsome face of yours,” Madam Cecil teased, pushing Amber towards Fabian who remained seated on the sofa. Amber felt like a piece of property and did not appreciate it. “Madam Cecil, I’m only here for waitressing works,” she said exasperatedly, suddenly wondering if she should be wary of Fabian Williams. Did a sleazy beast lay beneath the facade of this handsome man? She could feel her heart beating faster. Fabian waved his hand at Madam Cecil, “You may leave us now.” Amber shot Cecil an anxious look and to which the older woman replied, “Amber my dear girl, Fabian is one of our most well-behaved customers here. You’re in good hands.” With that, the head hostess turned around and strode out of the room – her hips swaying against her insanely tight pencil skirt and heels digging into the soft carpeted floor with every step before she finally closed the door behind her

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2021-04-09
  • The CEO's Escort   NINE

    Amber was dreaming, but like everyone else who dreamt, she did not realise that she had tumbled down the rabbit hole…. ‘She was standing alone in a semi-darkened room and mist surrounded her. A single window was positioned above her, allowing a little bit of light to stream down into the room. “Hello?” she called out nervously, trying to see what lay ahead of her. She took a few steps forward cautiously with her arms stretched out, not wanting to knock into anything when suddenly she bumped into something soft. She looked down and gasped. The mist that enveloped the room earlier on began to dissipate to reveal the body of a battered man lying at her feet. He was chained in shackles and curled up like a cat. Then to her horror, the man stirred. Amber tried to run but for some reason, her movements felt heavy, as if she was underwater. She could hardly move at all. Help! She wanted to call

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2021-04-10

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  • The CEO's Escort   EIGHTY TWO

    Amber slipped in and out of unconsciousness. She could hear muffled shoutings and saw a silhouette of a man hovering over her, his eyes filled with worry. Fabian? She thought and then all became black. Her eyes opened again, this time she saw gratings of white light on the ceiling whizzing past one after another as she was wheeled into a very cold room. She shivered and tried to call out but her voice got caught in her throat. It was as if her whole body was paralysed. “Don’t worry, you’re going to be fine..now breathe!” someone said and slipped an oxygen mask over her. For some reason, the gas from the mask made her feel sleepy and her eyelids slowly slid to a close and soon she drifted back into unconsciousness. *** Margaret ran together with a group of nurses pushing the bloodied stretcher that Amber laid on only to be stopped by a nurse in light blue scrubs. “Ma’am, please wait outside, we’ll take it from here.” “M

  • The CEO's Escort   EIGHTY ONE

    The eyes of the public bore into Anson Banks and he fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat, feeling his face burn. But the moment had come for him to tell the truth and to shine a light on the web of secrets and lies that surrounded the murder of Liam Smith. Anson’s eyes fell on his sister who sat with her head faced down, unable to meet his eyes. He had been selfish to force her into this madness and now it was time to set things right. He cleared his throat, feeling a sudden dryness in them as his heart beat thunderously in his chest. ‘Your Honor, allow me to tell my side of the story,” his voice came out soft and uncertain at first. The elderly judge pulled off his glasses and pressed his lips into a thin hard line before nodding his head. “I was supposed to be in the hospital on the night of the murder, but I had a feeling that Amber was up to something. You see, between us two, my sister has always been the one shouldering the burden of providing for

  • The CEO's Escort   EIGHTY

    “Order! Order!” the judge named Rodney shouted, his glasses almost falling off the bridge of his nose as he pounded his wooden gavel furiously on the sounding block. Everyone paid him no heed; all were too engrossed with the screaming, shouting and wrestling that came from the centre of the court. The place had become a circus.“ORDER!!!!!” The ultimate yell from the ageing judge finally brought an end to the chaos and a hushed silence fell across the courtroom. It became so deathly quiet one could even hear a pin drop.“Now,” the judge pushed his rimless spectacle back up, his eyes darting back and forth between Anson and Amber. “Can I have the representatives for these two come up to the bench?”Amber’s defence attorney blinked, still very much in shock over what had just happened and knocked over his chair as he clumsily made his way to the judge’s bench. “I..uh, I represent Amber Banks, your H

  • The CEO's Escort   SEVENTY NINE

    The Supreme Court of Justice was hushed as everyone waited for the judge to arrive. Amber Banks sat next to her attorney with her head held high at the Counsel’s table. Her emerald green eyes stared straight at the wooden panelled walls opposite from where she sat, not making eye contact with anyone. She was dressed in an oversized orange prisoner jumpsuit which was much too big for her petite body and her normally soft and fiery red curls were tied back in a loose ponytail.Behind her, a soft glow of warm sunlight streamed into the otherwise stuffy room filled with people, highlighting the dust particles that danced and twirled in the air.To the untrained eye, Amber came off as aloof, emanating a sense of emotional detachment from her surroundings, inwardly, however, she was breaking down. None of the jury sitting behind the bulletproof glass wall could see, but beneath the wooden table where her cuffed hands lay, she was trembling. Her hands were shaking

  • The CEO's Escort   SEVENTY EIGHT

    Amber washed her face and dried it with the back of her sleeves before looking down and pressing her stomach with both hands. Her eyebrows knitted together as she thought back to what the tattooed inmate said earlier.Pregnant? She shook her head at the absurdity; her ponytail swinging along as she did. She was sure her bouts of nausea and vomiting were due to some kind of food poisoning.But didn’t you miss taking the morning pills after consummating with Fabian? A little voice whispered in her mind.And not just once. You missed the pill twice! The voice grew stronger, eating away her earlier assumption about food poisoning. Gently, her hand cradled her stomach as the possibility of carrying a life within her own body tugged at her heart. It was a strange feeling.“Sweetheart, it’s time. If you want, we can have a doctor take a look at you after the trial,” the police officer hurried her, snapping Amber

  • The CEO's Escort   SEVENTY SEVEN

    Anson Banks sat at the edge of the bed looking at a photo on his mobile. It was a selfie of both Amber and himself taken during his high school graduation. His graduation hat was lopsided and she had on a goofy grin; how happy they had been then. It was a picture worth a thousand words. “There you go,” Kirk the policeman stood back up, taking the cuffs from Anson’s ankles. “You’re a free man now.” A free man….the words danced around his mind like gipsies around a bonfire. Only the fire was too bright and too hot. He winced at the words knowing that his freedom came at a price - a price that his sister was paying for with her own freedom. Anson sighed and slipped the phone into the back pocket of his loose khaki slacks. The bandages had come off but his skin was still raw and extremely sensitive. Part of the skin on his thigh had been scraped off when he hit the asphalt in the accident and because of that, the doctor had advised him to wear loose and

  • The CEO's Escort   SEVENTY SIX

    It was Amber’s third day in the detention centre and to her surprise, she found herself adapting quite well to the place. In fact, she had been sleeping a lot in her holding cell, often waking up only for meals or to answer nature’s call. All requests for visitations from Margaret and Fabian had been denied. She did not want to talk to them.It’s better this way, she thought to herself as she sat huddled on her makeshift bed and staring up at the lone window to her cell. A warm stream of sunlight shone on her bed, and she gently waved her hands through the sunbeam, playing with the dust particles.“Lunchtime!” a police officer called out as she slid a tray of pepperoni pizza, wobbly strawberry gelatin and bottled water into Amber’s cell. In the next cell, a young inmate with about a million piercings stood up from her bed and cheered, “Pizza! My favourite!”Amber took one look at her lunch tray and a nause

  • The CEO's Escort   SEVENTY FIVE

    Fabian walked to the nurse’s station and frowned, rapping his knuckles against the surface of the desk. “Fabian Williams!” A lanky young man in a janitor’s jumper shot straight up at the sight of him from a chair at the nurse’s station. He had been slouching off, ogling at the busty nurse who was also too engrossed with the man’s busy hands to notice Fabian’s arrival. “I’m here to see Anson Banks.” “Oh, but we have orders to restrict the number of visitors…” the same nurse from the day before got up from her chair, soothing her crumpled uniform. It seemed to Fabian that the man in the janitor’s jumper did more than just ogle at the nurse. But it was non of his business and Fabian was not used to taking ‘no’ for an answer, “Where’s the official notice? I don’t see any.” The man in the jumper scratched the back of his neck sheepishly and stammered, “Well..uh…Detective Grant said –“ Fabian’s eyes narrowed with disapproval as he lo

  • The CEO's Escort   SEVENTY FOUR

    The detention centre was a simple one. It held two barred cells, each with a makeshift bed with a thin woolly blanket and a standalone sink. The walls were all painted a depressing dull grey with only a little square window at the top of each cell. Amber gulped as she stepped forward towards a desk where an intimidating female police officer sat, going through her files.“Name?” the officer asked, not looking up.“Amber Banks,” Amber answered, her bright green eyes darting back and forth taking in her grim surrounding. The officer nodded as she pressed a stamp onto Amber’s file.Fabian was outside the detention centre with his attorney, trying to get Amber out on bail but she had a feeling that chances were slim. After all, who would let a murder suspect out on bail?“Age?”“Twenty-one.”“Hun, you gotta speak louder. You’re as soft as a mouse!”Amber jumped a litt

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