Married To The Secret Billionaire

UNWANTED VISITATIONS.

CHAPTER 7: UNWANTED VISITATIONS.

Jerking awake with a gasp, Jessica scrunched her face as a pounding sensation flooded her head. After a few seconds, it subsided, giving her some calm.

She sighed, looking around as she felt a bit dizzy still, but she recognized that she was in her room. 

She got up, stumbling her way to her bathroom, and washed her face in the sink. With the water still running memories of the previous night flooded her head, disrupting the momentary peace she had as she woke up. 

She looked down at the running water as negative thoughts invaded her mind. She suddenly gasped as she was startled, turning to the door. 

"Hey. Are you okay? How are you feeling?" Michael asked, looking concerned. 

" I-I'm fine," she replied, then looked away. Michael walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. 

"You're still bummed out from yesterday, huh? We all are. And you're hungover. I made you my grandma's special soup. It works like magic for hangovers." 

"That was thoughtful of you, but that's not what I need right now," Jessica said as she turned off the tap and broke away from Michael's grip, walking back to the room. 

"Let's deal with what we can, and worry about the other later," he said. Jessica turned and glared at him. 

"I don't bloody need your grandma's bloody recipe. It can cure cancer for all I care. I'm about to lose my company. I'm about to lose everything!"

"I know, babe. Hell, I'm worried sick that Jack is going to strike at me as well. Rosker Group has the largest share in my company, which literally makes them own the company. So heck yeah, I'm scared as well," Michael responded.

Jessica sat down by the edge of her bed and sighed frustratedly. 

"What are we going to do?" she asked, looking blankly at nothing in particular with her face forward. Just then, her phone began buzzing. She looked around for it, but couldn't find it. She eventually found it in her purse which was on the floor. 

When she saw the caller ID, she reluctantly answered the call. 

"Dad?" 

"Hey, sweetheart. How are you?" 

"What do you think?" she scoffed. 

"You know, your mother and I barely slept last night, and we've been discussing. And we think it's best you go speak with Jack by yourself," Mr Sean said. 

"What?" Jessica's eyes widened. Her heart began pounding just at the thought of it. 

"Sweetheart, no matter what, you and Jack shared a life, and I know you still are dear to him. He loved you very deeply." 

"That's even more reason for him to hate me with passion," she retorted. 

"Sweetheart, that kind of love doesn't just go away," Mr Sean argued.

"Have you forgotten the things we did to him, how we all treated him? Do you think we stand a chance at earning his forgiveness, Dad?" Jessica asked.

"And can you stand to lose everything? Your house? Your lifestyle?" Mr Sean asked. Jessica kept quiet for a bit at that point. 

"If you don't try, you can never know. And you're our best shot at earning his forgiveness. So please, do it, for us," Mr Sean pleaded. 

Jessica sighed and ended the call. She tossed the phone behind her, not minding where it landed. She was gloomy.

"I guess I have no other choice, do I?" she asked rhetorically. Then she chuckled, looking hysterical at that point.

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The elevator dinged, opening as Jack and the secretary, Genevieve, arrived at the executive floor, accompanied by two guards who followed him from the house. He stepped out slowly, then he stood for a while looking at the red-themed hallway. Memories from younger days re-emerged. 

"This way, sir," Genevieve said. He sighed and continued walking. They got to the door and Genevieve typed in the password on the control panel, unlocking the door. 

"Your office, sir," she said with her right hand pointing in. Taking slow steps, Jack walked in, while the guards remained outside by the door. He stopped and looked around. The glass wall behind the desk gave room for the early morning sunlight to flood in.

"Why does the office look different?" Jack asked, but rhetorically. 

"Yes, it is, sir. Mr Norman had it remodeled, saying you liked neutral colors. So we went with this ash-silver theme," Genevieve replied. 

Jack nodded his head as he said within himself, "That's really thoughtful of him." He walked over to the desk and sat down, leaning his back on the reclining chair.

"Sir? The tech guys will be here shortly, so you can have your biometrics registered into the door's system, replacing that of Mr Norman's. And the board will be-" 

An electrical ringing buzzed at the door, interrupting Genevieve.

"Mr Rosker? Please, can I have a word?" 

Jack recognized the voice. It was Kaplan. He sighed gently. He went ahead to unlock the door from the control switch beside him on his desk. 

The door unlocked and Kaplan walked in hastily and stood before Jack.

"Sir, I really don't understand what's going on, but I believe this is all just a test. Right, sir?" Kaplan said, chuckling nervously.

Jack looked at him stoically. 

"What if I say I just don't like your face? Isn't that enough reason for me to want to fire you?" Jack asked.

Kaplan looked at him confusedly. "I don't think there's anything wrong with my face, sir. Or is there, Genevieve?" 

She looked away from him, not knowing what to say. 

"Sir, I've worked with Mr Norman, your father, for more than a decade. That attests to the fact that I'm competent at what I do, sir." 

"Indeed. You are competent at diverting and siphoning company funds into other undocumented ventures, aren't you, Kaplan?" Jack replied. Kaplan gulped, his eyes darting around at that point. 

"I served Mr Norman faithfully, sir." 

"My father may have willfully turned a blind eye at what you were doing, or may not have, I don't care. But I can't work with a person like you. So consider me doing you a favor by not having you thrown in jail, but simply relieved of your duties. Be grateful I'm not asking you to return all you've stolen." 

Kaplan fell to his knees, trembling at that point, as he began pleading.

"Please, don't send me away. I- I'll work and repay everything. Please, don't do this to me. I'll be ruined." 

"You made your bed. So you'll lie on it. Get out of here," Jack said, paying him no attention from then on.

Kaplan kept pleading on his knees until Jack was fed up. 

"Call security," he instructed Genevieve calmly, keeping his temper at bay.

Genevieve left and returned with Jack's bodyguards almost immediately. They were right outside the door. They dragged Kaplan out as he begged, his voice trailing off. 

Jack sighed in relief and opened his bag. He looked at Genevieve and saw she was shaken up a bit. He looked at her suspiciously, but made no speculations.

Genevieve went ahead to help Jack with a couple of things, then she left him and went to her desk. 

An hour and thirty minutes passed then she came back to his office. 

"Sir, the board members are here. It's time." 

Jack nodded and stood up, taking the file he had on his desk. 

"And also, sir. There's someone who has been on our throats, itching to see you."

"Who is it?" Jack asked, furrowing his brow.

"A lady named Jessica Sean, sir."

A mild surge of rage came over Jack at the mention of that name. But he did well to hide it. 

"Would you like to see her?" Genevieve asked.