After the contracts were duly drawn up, they were given to the women to read and sign. They were told to return to the CRHO office.
The contracts were individual, and they did not know what each contained.
Sarah was the first to enter the CRHO office, and when she left, she had a happy expression on her face.
- See you in eight days, Miss Green. - she says to Saphira, already in a professional tone. Saphira would be her superior.
That didn't sit well with Saphira, but she would sort that out when the woman started to work.
She got up and walked into the office. Caroline Jackson was sitting at her desk, and although the office was smaller than the CEO's, it was impressive.
- Miss Green, please be seated. Have you signed the contract yet?
Saphira sits down and hands the Director the contract.
- Yes, Mrs. Jackson.
The director takes the contract and sees it is duly signed and initialed.
- Perfect.
She hands the contract to the secretary, who photocopies it and gives Saphira a copy. Then, with a bow, she withdraws, leaving the two alone. The director takes an envelope and delivers it to the CEO's new PA.
- Inside's everything you need here to start your work—the keys to your office, which is immediately adjacent to Mr Dixon's office. The offices are connected by a door for quick access. You have been assigned a credit card with a monthly credit limit of $1000. The monthly balance on the card will be $1000, whether or not you spend the entire amount. I advise you to keep the invoices for three months because if you need to justify expenses, it makes it much easier. You can use that card as you want. It's yours to spend, but make sure to have money on it because it's with this card that you will buy the coffee or other things Mr. Dixon orders. - The woman looks at Saphira's simple dress. – Don't get me wrong, your clothes look great on you, but the role of PA requires contact with many important people. I advise you to use the card and buy a more professional wardrobe. There are other things there that you will see later. Now, go to the first floor and look for Mr. Sparrow. He's waiting for you to take your picture and prepare your company card. I hope you enjoy working with us. Mr. Dixon is a very demanding man and does not tolerate failures or delays, even if justified. With his stringency, he got where he is now, being so young. Good afternoon, Miss Green.
Saphira felt it was her cue to leave, and with a bow, she left, looking for the elevator and going down to the first floor.
Sarah must have been there already. The smell of her perfume hovered in Mr. Sparrow's small office. He was a man who looked no older than 30. He wasn't handsome, but his laughter and friendliness made him attractive. When he sees Saphira, his eyes widen.
Good afternoon, Miss. Don't get me wrong, but I have to ask you: Has a girl like you ever considered being a model?
Saphira lets out a slight giggle and blushes.
- No, Mr. Sparrow.
- If you, someday, are ever interested in trying…
- Mr Sparrow, forgive me. The only photo I have come to take is for the card.
Billy Sparrow coughs and blushes.
- Sorry. I didn't want to seem too cheeky. It's Mr. Dixon's new PA, right?
- Yes, I am. My name is Saphira Green, - she says, holding out her hand.
- Billy Sparrow, but you can call me Billy. Sit down and relax. - he said, picking up the photo camera connected to the PC.
He takes 3 or 4 photos, then invites Saphira to choose one.
- This one – she says, pointing to a photo – but they are all perfect.
The man swells with the eulogy.
- I'm a company photographer. I do advertising work, but I have the honor of being the photographer who accompanies Mr. Dixon at company parties or campaigns, in addition to, of course, making these cards – he says, handing Saphira the finished card.
She takes the card, drops it into the envelope she was carrying, and, with a bow, leaves the small office to go to the motel.
When she finally sits up in her bed, she can finally breathe.
She had landed a better job than she could have dreamed of, and she was looking for one for only two weeks. The salary was very good and had one more zero than the previous one. The icing on the cake was the extra $1000 monthly to buy clothes. She no longer had to wait to have a more professional wardrobe.
Dumping the envelope onto the bed, she checks the contents:
First, it was a state-of-the-art phone, still unopened in its box, which she needed to charge and make it work before bed. From now on, that's her professional phone, and she needs it to work 24/7.
Second, the keys to her office door and probably drawers or safes.
Third, her office credit card with the firm's logo. $1000 more for her to spend.
Fourth, her worker's card. Under her photo was “PA (SB) Saphira Corson Green.”
Fifth, her new professional notebook.
Sixth, several closed letters containing passwords to access the PC, intranet, and internet applications where she would work.
The seventh thing surprised her the most. One envelope contained the CEO's address, house key, and card to access the apartment complex, indicating that it was "only used to pick up the CEO for business trips or emergencies."
She didn't like carrying the CEO's things. It was a responsibility that went beyond what she was used to, but she was now a PA, putting her at that man's service 24 hours a day.
Saphira looks at her wardrobe and sighs. She takes her new card and thinks:
“Would it work before my first day at the job?”. She sighed, packed everything on the bed into the envelope, and hid everything behind the headboard. She didn't feel very safe there.
She grabs her handbag and goes after a clothing store.
She will have to spend some of the money she still has in the bank to buy new, professional clothes, even if it means cutting back on food until her first paycheck.
It was getting dark, and she didn't feel very safe in that place, so she called an Uber and went to the nearest shopping center, where she quickly bought some clothes and fabrics.
She wasn't a seamstress but would try to make something more professional with better-quality fabrics.
When she returns to her room, she leaves her clothes ready, takes the envelope, puts the things in her handbag, and goes to bed while she tries to turn on the phone.
Tomorrow will be the first day of a new life.
The next morning, she gets up at 6:30 a.m., showers, and wears her new clothes.A tight black dress that accentuated her curves and shoes of the same color, with higher heels than she usually wore.She puts everything she needs in her new handbag, and in a small lunchbox, she puts two cheese sandwiches, one apple, one banana, and a bottle of water. That would be her lunch and snack, as she couldn't go out for lunch.She goes to the bus stop, and the other passengers can't help but stare.As soon as the bus stops near the office, she goes to Starbucks to get the CEO's coffee. At that moment, she remembers that she doesn't know how the CEO drinks coffee. With a sigh, she decides to buy several.She takes the tray and elegantly enters the reception. She shows the card she already has on her chest and enters the elevator, going out on the top floor.The clock on the wall indicated that it was 8.15, and she feared that the CEO was not there yet and that the cafe was getting cold.She knock
- Can I speak to Mademoiselle Éloïse? This is Christopher Dixan. - He looks at Saphira, who glares at him. - Mademoiselle Éloïse, Comment vas-tu? Je voudrais te demander une grande faveur. Non, ce n'est pas un cadeau pour ma maman. Mon nouveau PA n'a pas de garde-robe digne d'assister à certains événements. J'aimerais que vous l'aidiez à choisir des vemtements. Ne regarde pas les dépenses. Environ 12 ensembles. Chaussures et sacs aussi. Ce sera là après le déjeuner. Merci beaucoup Mademoiselle. Toujours un plaisir de faire affaire avec vous. (Miss Éloïse, how are you? I would like to ask you a big favor. No, this is not a gift for my mamma. My new PA doesn't have a wardrobe worthy of attending certain events. I would like you to help her choose some clothes. Don't look at expenses. about 12 sets. Shoes and bags too. She will be there after lunch. Thank you so much miss. Always a pleasure doing business with you.).Saphira knew French, and her mouth was open as she watched the CEO.- S
As per the CEO's order, Saphira took the afternoon off, went to the motel, changed her dress for a simple white dress she had recently made and headed to Mademoiselle Éloïse's shop. With great astonishment, she discovered that the "Mademoiselle" was not as young as she thought. The woman was a Frenchwoman in her sixties, still pretty for her age, extravagant, and with heavy makeup.The woman spoke in a very… French way and Saphira felt like a fish out of water as soon as she introduced herself to her.- Ma petite fille (my little girl), welcome. Oh, you are très belle (very beautiful). - the woman says, both hands clasped to her chest, as she circles around Saphira. – What is your name, mon cher? (my dear?)- Saphira Green, mademoiselle Éloïse (miss Éloïse). - she replied with a smile.- N'importe quelle tenue devrait vous aller bien, (any outfit should look good on you).- Thank you, mademoiselle (miss). - replies Saphira with a smile.- Ah tu parles français. (oh you speak French).
When she saw the building, she was amazed. Sousa was patiently waiting at the door, smoking a cigarette while looking at his F******k account.- Mr Sousa? - Saphira asks fearfully.- Miss Green? – Sousa says, looking her up and down. Christopher had excellent taste. She was, without a doubt, one of the prettiest girls he had seen recently.- Yes, it's me. I come to see the apartment. But in this place, I don't think I'll make it...- See the apartment first. After, we'll talk about numbers. You may be surprised.Saphira was doubtful but followed Sousa to the elevator.When he opens the apartment door, Saphira is delighted. This was more than she could dream of. Her old Texas apartment, which she had rented after having to sell her parents' house, could fit in there twice.- This is the room. Unfortunately, it does not have an entrance hall, but the view from the balcony compensates for this absence. The porch is…Saphira could no longer hear anything. Her eyes looked at the space that
- Miss Green, Steve Carson speaking.- Good morning, Mr. Carson. I would like…- Yes, yes, I know. My PA told me. Tell Mr. Dixon that tomorrow at 7 p.m., I'm available to have dinner and talk about business with him.- That's how I'll do it, sir. I will contact your PA with an indication of the restaurant.- Another thing, Miss Green. Tell Mr. Dixan to bring you. I'll take my PA too.- I will, sir.It was part of her job—not having hours to get home and attend all kinds of meetings. Without giving the matter much thought, she walked into the CEO's office and briefed him. He grimaced when he knew he had to take her but didn't comment. He handed her a card, which he took from his card folder, and told her to book a table at the Italian restaurant.Saphira had heard of the “Stivale”. In addition to having the comical name “Boot,” it was one of the most expensive restaurants in the Big Apple, and reservations were made three months in advance. Getting a table for four the next day wasn't
When 5:00 pm arrives, Saphira needs to change her clothes. She takes her suitcase and the chosen clothes and quickly showers first. She knew the meeting with Mayer was scheduled for 3:30 hours, so she decided to hurry up and get the bathroom ready for the CEO.She undresses, showers, wraps her long hair in a towel, and puts another around her body.She takes out the black and lacy lingerie she bought when she arrived in New York—a wonderful Victoria's Secret set that had cost her dearly but was the only gift she had bought for herself.She drops the towel and pulls her panties on, adjusting them to her body.Christopher's meeting with the mayor had gone well. He was commissioned to make a tourism promotional film for the city, which would earn the company millions, not to mention the prestige of the advertisement, which would take the company's name to an international level. He wanted to expand to Europe, and that was good publicity.He enters the office, puts down the folder he had
The dinner was going badly for Christopher, but unexpectedly, it went well. The CEO, Mr. Carson, agreed to deliver his new advertisement campaign to Christopher's company. At least he accepted seeing the proposals at a meeting at Dreams Came True that would take place two months before Christmas.When dinner ended and Steve Carson took his leave, Christopher didn't like how the man grabbed his PA's hand and smeared it with a kiss. The look his PA sent Christopher's PA was also very suspicious. He had found it strange that he had gone to the washroom right after Saphira. The problem was that he knew how they operated and wouldn't rest easy without leaving his PA at home.After paying the bill and leaving the restaurant, they watched the two men leave.- See you Monday, Mr. Christopher. – Saphira says, interrupting her boss's thoughts.- Wait, Saphira, I'll take you home.- It's not necessary, sir; I already called an Uber. – she says as the car stops.- In that case, good night and hap
As indicated, Billy entered the bar with a hidden camera and sat down near Saphira's table. He saw and filmed everything. As soon as Saphira showed the first symptoms, he made a call, and Christopher entered the bar.When Steve sees him, he turns white as snow. With a smile on his lips, he approaches the man and says loudly, silencing the bar and making everyone look.- Good evening, Mr. Carson. May I know why you roofied my PA? What do you plan to do? Take her to that secret room in your office and do her the same you've done to many young people.The bar patrons start muttering, and the bar manager comes over to ask what's happening. Saphira was unconscious.- What's going on here? Do I need to call the police? – the manager asks, looking between the three men and the unconscious woman.- Nothing's wrong – Steve says, immediately – My friend had too much to drink and I'm taking her home.- What is your problem, sir? - The manager asks Christopher.- The problem is that this lady is
FlashbackHe didn't want to believe it.The man who had given his father a job and offered to help him start his business career had drugged him and taken him to bed. Luckily he woke up just as Steve was undressing, ready to rape him.In despair over a situation he never expected, especially coming from a man he had known since childhood, he violently defends himself.Thanks to always working on his body and not being weak, he crushes Steve, leaving him KO, and easily frees himself from John, who was in collaboration with his boss.Shocked by the act of Steve Carson and his PA, who had pretended to be a good Samaritan, he decided not to tell his father the truth about the man he thinks is a good boss.Having to keep the secret made him nauseous—disgust, contempt. When he enters his parents' modest home, they are having dinner and look at his empty appearance.- What happened?He couldn't tell his father. He would kill Steve, and that was the end of his life.- Some guy tried to rob
- Now go away. You already have the money. – Says John.- Why the rush? I'm hungry. John was losing his temper. He wanted to possess Saphira, but that man's presence ruined everything.- Stop fucking around. You already have the money you want. Why don't you run away before the police catch you?- Are you threatening me? – he says, putting the gun against John's head again.This distracts him, and he doesn't realize that the man he injured in the arm has sneaked up behind him and, holding his head, slides a knife across his neck.The criminal's eyes widened, but it was too late.In David's office. The discussion had begun.- No, you won't. This is not a party where everyone can be invited. This is an FBI operation. You are a civilian.- I'm going, whether you like it or not. It's my fiancée who...- Enough. I can't run after Saphira to save her and simultaneously worry about you. I have already risked my duties to the maximum by letting you intervene and taking this case. You're not
- Boss, boss. Come quickly. We have a problem. - shouts the man energetically, knocking on the door, the one John had hired.- Not now. - John responds, shouting, holding onto Saphira's legs energetically.- Now, boss. Come. It's urgent.With an annoyed "fuck," John lets go of Saphira and gets up. His cock was painfully erect, and he was grateful for the inspiration to bring a robe with him. He puts it on and goes to the door, opening it irritably.- What's happening? I hope the house is on fire.The criminal looks past John at the naked woman tied to the bed and swallows hard. Then he looks back at John.- The guy who brought her is at the door.- What? What does he want?John leaves the room, locks the door, and goes upstairs, followed by his man.When he reaches the door, there's no one there, but the sound of a glass being filled makes them turn around.- The son of a bitch got in?They go to the living room and find the "black widow" comfortably sitting on the couch with a bott
Dressed only in a robe and holding a glass of whiskey, John silently enters the room where Saphira is detained. The room had cameras and microphones everywhere, and he reveled in the woman's panic. He could see everything that was happening in the room with no blind spots.Saphira had fallen asleep after crying for a long time and didn’t realize she was being watched. “I’m going to enjoy your body, Saphira. Christopher will feel the pain I've felt for years being ignored by him. He likes men without balls, so I will make the most of what he did to take yours away.” He thinks, swallowing the whiskey in one gulp.He turns his back and leaves, slamming the door. Saphira wakes up startled and sits up, looking around. She didn’t know if it was really the sound of the door closing or if she had dreamed it.She sits on the edge of the bed and hides her face with her hands. Crying. That was the only thing she could do. Would this be her new life?Christopher was in David's office. - Give me 2
Steve Carson's house is turned upside down, and nothing related to Saphira is found.- I’m going to sue you for this. How could you accuse a respectable community member without any proof?- You are free to do what you want, Mr. Carson, but you must accompany us.- Our client is going nowhere. - says one of the lawyers who has just arrived.- The hell he won't. The warrant says otherwise. You gentlemen can speak with him before the interrogation.Steve Carson is taken and put into a police car, heading to the nearest precinct, despite the protests of his lawyers and family.The lawyers get into their cars to follow them to the precinct.Discouraged, all the officers exit the house and get into their cars, departing soon after.David and his men stay in their cars talking.- I don’t get it, chief. He has to be connected to this.- I think so, too. She must be held at another property. We need to find all his properties and monitor them. The judge won’t give us another warrant without e
When David walks through Christopher's door, Christopher's parents and brothers stand up and look at David.- Did you discover anything?- There is a suspicion. We won't know for sure until we have an arrest warrant.- Who? Who kidnapped Saphira?- A gang of criminals that call themselves “Black Widow.” They are involved in several crimes, but we have been unable to catch them in the act, and they always escaped. They do everything from selling drugs to contract assassination.- Are you saying that it was this gang that kidnapped Saphira?David is torn but decides to make everyone sit down so he can tell them what he knows.After listening, Christopher says:- It is clear that they are involved. But why don't they ask for a ransom? I've been on the phone, and nothing.- I don't think that's going to happen. Everything indicates that someone hired them.- Why do you say that?- We discovered the phone number from which the man watching Saphira called and received several calls.- Who h
One of David's men abruptly enters his office.- The hell… - David says, underwhelmed.- Sorry, boss, I didn't knock. I have news that will please you.- Then speak.- We went to Mr. Dixon's parents' house but found nothing strange. However, after watching a bunch of hours of recordings from security cameras near the company and Mr. Dixon's house, we discovered something strange. It could be nothing, but it is quite suspicious, and I think it's important.- Show me.The man takes David to the office where the images are being viewed, and after telling him to sit down, he shows him what excites him.David sees a man in a hood near the company. The images from several cameras showed him looking around as if studying the place. For three days before the kidnapping, the same man, always with his head covered by a hood, was on the surveillance footage.- It's very suspicious, but what guarantees it's not just a thief?The man shows a new set of images, this time of the entrance to Christop
David picks up the phone and calls the technicians.- Go to the Carson residence and go through everything with a fine-toothed comb. If there are no bugs in the residence, the kidnappers should be following the victim. Check if any suspicious cars were near the company or residence. Saphira and Christopher have been going to work and home together. With the recent scandal, she has never walked alone again. Guys, it's important to me that we find this woman as quickly as possible. I owe the lives of my wife and son to Christopher. I don't even want to imagine not returning the favor.- Rest easy, boss. Let's look at all the images we can from the last few days and send a team to the Carson house.- Thanks, guys.David takes his coat and leaves for Christopher's house. His wife is already there. He had called to tell her what had happened, and she picked up their son and ran to Chris's house.- I don't have good news, but that doesn't mean it's bad. They changed cars to disappear with S
Although it needed to be in an uncertain part for 48 hours for a person to be considered missing, with the visual image that Saphira had been kidnapped, the Police and FBI immediately began collecting evidence.Unfortunately, no establishment had a camera that could facilitate the identification of the vehicle used to transport Saphira. Still, careful viewing of the images collected from nearby establishments identified a white van speeding away from the area where the store's back door was located.Although the license plate could not be identified, they could determine the van's direction.The van was seen entering a garage but was never seen leaving.When the FBI arrived, they found the van abandoned, with the doors unlocked.- Fuck, it's impossible to know from all the vessels that come in and out which one the kidnappers used. Check the surveillance cameras on site.One of David’s subordinates says:- There is none, sir. It appears the cameras were vandalized two days ago. They w