Married to my Ex-wife's boss

Another Revenge

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

“Your Excellency, what brings you visiting?” David walked into Roseline's office with a confidence that his heart didn't share in, leaving all respect to rest at the balcony.

There was simply no time for that. There was no time for pleasantries nor fake wishes and bows that he knew will never please Mr. President.

If anything, he knows what could bring the president out of the comfort of his office and him to a place owned by a wife of his subordinate.

His heart was beating too fast for him to remember anything as paltry as respect.

“Won't you give me a seat?” The president's playful nature did not disappear; Roseline was grateful for that.

“Please, sir, have a seat.” Roseline motioned to the sofa which bore a resemblance to her dad's.

He had decorated the room as fit his authoritarian nature. But it was of no use. Roseline barely needed to use the office.

She had other offices where all deals and tasks could be carried out.

So staying in a white room was manageable especially with all the benefits it posed.

“Thank you,” he seated himself, looking with sparkling eyes at the brightness of everything.

“Nice office” he complimented.

“Thank you, sir,” she replied with a smile, gals that one of the benefits of the white room was noticed even by the president.

He motioned his guards out with backhand hand movements. They bowed and filed out, all seven.

He turned back to her, with smiles in his eyes. “I'll love a moment with David,” the smile was genuine. Roseline could not beat it. Not as if she had a choice to do it.

“Very well, sir,” she bowed slightly, eyes moving painstakingly to David who suddenly found something of interest outside the window.

She wanted the telepathic eye communication to occur but either David did not want it to happen or he did not know how to make it happen.

She gave up.

“I'll inform my dad of your presence,” she added before leaving the room.

“What are you doing, David?” The president touched the very subject David was scared of speaking about barely allowing the door to be closed.

David restlessly pointed at the door. “Someone might—”

“Why are you doing all this?” He ignored him, keeping the gaze on him, barely giving him time to gather himself.

He sighed, struggling to pull himself out of the corner.

“Is it about marriage?” He asked, looking first out the window and then to Roseline's CEO seat.

He wondered if her being the CEO made anything easier. Was he likely to complete the task faster or slower with her around?

“You know what this is about. Don't pretend,” his voice was stern and so was his stare.

“You have just two years. And you're spending it on marriage?”

“I didn't know what else to do,” he responded. “I know it's unprofessional of me to say that. But I didn't know the best way to go about the thirteenth task,” he went on.

“It's hard as it is. Why did you give me such a task?” He did the unthinkable.

“Are you questioning your duty?” Disbelief sang in the president's voice and glistened on his face.

“Pardon me, sir,” David bowed slightly and gathered himself.

The president fell back to business immediately.

“So, marriage was the best option?”

“At the time, yes. I needed to get….”

“No more details,” the president cut short. “That's all I needed to know. Have a nice day,” he stood and stretched his hands.

David widened his eyes, his forehead folding in confusion.

He took the handshake shakily, unable to utter a word.

“I'm banking on your words. Keep to it just as you keep your identity hidden. You have nothing more than two years to complete the mission,” he warned and then walked to the door.

“Clear the CCTV footage of my coming,” he added before opening the door.

“And,” he stopped. “Congratulations on your marriage,” he finalized, the door closing behind him.

David stood in the silent room in crazy thoughts about his future doom.

A few minutes later, the door opened to Roseline in a frown and to a violent pull back to reality.

“There's been an emergency at our mini company,” she complained, eyes bloodshot from incoming tears.

“What?” David who was just waking from a nightmare couldn't understand the route Roseline was leading him to.

“Fiona's car has been bombed,” her voice broke, she covered her face with her palms,

“Was she in it?” He asked, feeling sick in the stomach.

“No, she wasn't. But that's not the point,” she said, moving to take the occupied sofa the president had been sitting on, adjusting her low cut silk blouse.

“We're being targeted. We have to do something,” her voice shook and, again, she covered her face with her palms.

David was in wonderment. He had no idea how it had to do with him. In fact, he didn't even want to stop to wonder what its connection with him was.

There was already a lot on his plate. Adding more was not the best way to go about being his wife not to talk of loving him.

Reading the expression on his face, she added. “Sandra's the one behind it”.

“Behind what?” He turned in bewilderment, all attention returning to the room, to the sniffing lady on the sofa.

“The bombing.” Her short reply wasn't enough. It could never be enough. He wanted to hear more, more details on the matter.

But he held his peace and let his head speak instead of his heart.

“Do you have evidence?”

She took a deep breath and exhaled sharply. “Not enough evidence,” she replied.

David closed his eyes, trying to take everything in at once. The bombing, Sandra?

Wasn't this some cock and bull story?

“So what are you going to do?”

“The right thing to ask is, ‘what are we going to do?” Her voice was low and menacing.

“Okay…. What?”

“Kill her.”