SPYING. THE SHOCK
It has been three days since I had that argument with Ellie. Since then, she has been up in her room. She only comes out for meals when she feels like it. The bitch too arrogant for an intruder guest that she is. She doesn't talk to anyone at all, unless she feels like insulting someone and parading her arrogance. Honestly, I am at hang of it with her arrogance.
Jerol is conducting his own investigations, but these fools are no ordinary fools. They a couple of smart-asses! They have covered their trails so well that nothing is out of the investigations. Nothing at all, and I am getting so pissed because I the truth discovered as soon as possible so that this can be over already.
With the Grego idiot playing cool and dedicated by trying to learn about the family , it is so difficult to find something to pin on him. But, shouldn't that be sign? Don't ask me a sign of what, but ask yourself, why now? Why is he to work just now?
I know I am not paranoid. I know I am not paranoid because I am thinking all these with a clear mind as I bask in the morning sun. I have been trying to connect dots since that day to no avail, but I know I will. And it has to be soon.
It is no coincidence that that witch always finds excuses to avoid going to the doctor.
It is no coincidence either that she almost confessed to me that they have a thing with
Grego and they are after something. Nothing is a coincidence, and that I know pretty .
I just need one chance. Just one chance to find something. Just something and will make sense - the DNA! If I can prove the baby is not Jerol's, then will be put to light. And that I can do even if it means dragging that witch the hospital myself. But, damn! That has to be until she delivers? I can not bear her that long.
"Ma'am!" I snap my eyes to the voice of Terry as she racks before me.
She hasn't been able to get anything for those three days from Ellie. She says she is texting someone. She is such a smart asshole! But her days are numbered!
"Yes, Terris?" I ask, sitting straight.
"I just overheard something from Ellie, ma'am! I went down to get her soup like she and I found her on a strange call with someone."
Strange!? Now that spewed huge moulds of curiosity in me.
"Strange? Who was it?" I implore.
"Sounded like a woman, ma'am!" Terry says.
A woman?! A friend or is there another woman involved in this? What woman?
"Did you get her name?" I ask.
"No ma'am!" She kills my hopes.
Damn it!
"What were they talking about? What did you hear?" I ask apprehensively.
"I only heard that they are meeting at Hilton Hotel, ma'am!"
That made me spring to my feet.
"When? What time?" I ask.
"Today, ma'am!"
Today! Someone that was sick in the morning is now planning to go out to meet some
God knows who?
Well, we will find out who is this is important female gender.
"Alright. Thank you, Terry, for the info. Go back now before she suspects anything."
I say.
"Okay, ma'am." She hurries back, while I slam back on the bench.
Who is this woman she is meeting and why are they meeting? Whoever she is, I will out.
Hours later!
I am shifting my body from one corner of my seat to another, ricocheting my eyes the distinctive Hilton hotel with the hopes of spotting Ellie and her partner , who am I kidding?
Hilton Hotel is not a two-story building with clear glass where you can see anyone. It a series of floors, and you can't even see people from outside. Deep down I know
I am wasting my efforts with all these unnecessary attempts but what should I do?
My so-called spy, Terry, was foolish enough to forget her ID card in the house. This a no-nonsense five-star hotel. Protocols are of high precepts here and there are no . She was kicked out before she could set foot at the entrance, and Ellie, the cunning bitch that she is, denied that they were together.
The bitch had enough guts to text Terry after to wait in the car. And ooh, she also to pay her handsomely just to cover up for her. Can you imagine that?
Now here I am, boiling with anger and anxiety and curiosity. I feel like killing this
Terry! How could she forget her ID today of all times? Knt!
"Ma'am? How will you know who she is meeting?" Mark, my chauffeur asks, as if I not banging my head over the same question.
Mark was not supposed to know about this, but she overheard me yelling at Terry for incompetence and so I had to come out clean. I only said that we are investigating
Ellie. Nothing much.
If this bitch sneaked out, it means that whoever she is meeting is important. I need to that out. I can't blow this chance.
Wait...
Mark!
Mark!
Mark!
"You!" I say, shocking Mark.
"Me, ma'am?" He quizzes.
"Yes. She doesn't know you so she won't sense anything." I explain. "You have your
ID?" I add enthusiastically.
"Yes, ma'am. I do." He responds.
"Good. Here is what to do. You can recognize her face, right?" I inquire.
"Yes, ma'am!" He says.
"Good. Go inside." I fish out some notes from my purse and hand them to him even counting. "Have a cup of tea or eat anything you want, but make sure bring me that woman's photo and whoever she is meeting with. You got that?" I .
"Yes, ma'am." He says.
"Good. Go, and be quick and smart, okay?" I ask, tapping his shoulder.
"Sure ma'am. Excuse me." He walks out, and I heave a very deep sigh.
At least. If a door closes, a window opens. I now cross my fingers in the hope that he succeed. He will succeed.
Today I will catch you, bitch! I feel like this woman she is meeting with will be the to uncovering her secrets. And I can't wait to rub her defeat on her own face this soon.
After about twenty minutes of sulking in anxiety, I see Ellie dashing out of the hotel she just closed a multi-billion deal. Witch! Wait until I know what your business today was, bitch. Let's see if you will still walk with your head hoisted so high .
A minute after her car drives out of the parking, Mark walks out, and if I thought I was feeling before now was anxiety, then I don't have a term for what I am now. Maybe be dread? I feel fearful all of a sudden and I don't know why.
All the same, I compose myself when Mark enters the car.
"Were you able to capture anything?" I implore with a tremor in my faint pitch.
"Yes. Here, ma'am!" He responds, handing me his phone.
I swallow hard as I take the phone, and I drag my eyes slowly to the phone.
Ellie is there in the photo together with this Grego, not surprising, but ... I freeze at the of the third person staring at me.
"Gracia Motero!?"
No! No! No!
I hold my breath in denial, confusion, and shock. I am rubbing my eyes to clean the deceitful curtains hanging on them. There must be something playing a very trick on me for me to see what I am seeing.
I glue my eyes on the phone again, particularly on this particular woman. I even flip the next photo to confirm if that face is still the same, wishing and hoping it isn't, all is hopeless.
It's her!
My mother, with these two devils!
"Look, ma'am! There comes that other woman!" I hear marks voice, and for a moment
I think, maybe the phone is fabricating things?
I drag my face to the entrance of the hotel, and there comes my mother, Gracia
Motero. Nothing has changed about her for those five months we have not seen face face, except that she at least clean up today and she is not drunk. But... Forget ! Forget even the fact that I feel nothing after seeing her for so long.
Why the heck is she with these people?! My mother?!
My mother, with Ellie and Grego?! What games is life playing with me again? Why is involved?
"What are you doing again, mother?" I didn't mean to whimper, but I couldn't hold the back either.