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knowledge was power, and he made sure to know all there was to know about all the people around him, especially about his enemies.
He took a seat behind his desk and opened the file Wilson had left there for him, as the other two men sat on a couch nearby.
Like Wilson said, there wasn’t much there. Her only relative was her mother, the father had never been a part of her life, and she had struggled to get to where she was. She had had a couple of boyfriends, but it had been almost six months since she had dated anyone. That, somehow pleased him, but he deliberately didn’t dig deeper there.
Her best friend was another stewardess that worked with her and they usually went partying together.
Other than a few other meaningless details, that was all.
"Are you sure this was all there was?" he asked Wilson when he finished reading.
"Yes, boss. I hired the same agency we always do. That's all there is to know."
"Good. Let's call it for tonight. I'll see you guys in the morning."
"Sure thing, boss." Garcia said, with a pleased smile, before he left the office with Wilson.
Chapter Twelve
Ashley was so tired she could barely keep her eyes opened. When she got to the bedroom, she changed into a tiny night gown and fell in bed, her eyes closing as soon as she laid her head on her pillow, falling asleep immediately.
When she woke up in the morning, she was alone in bed, although the pillow next to her showed signs of him. She got up slowly and headed to the bathroom, but he wasn’t there either. She took a quick shower, making sure not to wet her hair, before putting on a sleeveless shirt, denim shorts and some cute sandals.
She wasn’t sure of what to do, so she decided to go find Joanne. She would probably know Jordan's whereabouts.
She went downstairs and started looking for the kitchen.
Ashley was reaching the end of a corridor when a door to her right opened up and Wilson came out of it.
He grabbed her by her arm and pulled her close to him. "What the hell are you doing here, putica?" he asked, towering her.
"I'm looking for the kitchen." She answered, doing all she could not to provoke the brute.
"Feeling like the fucking owner of the house already, are you?" he spat.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." She replied, pushing her arm, trying to free it from his tight claws. "Let me go."
"I wouldn’t get to comfortable, puta, the boss doesn’t keep his whores for too long." He added with a scornful grin.
"Maybe you're right, but I really don’t see how this is any of your business." She pointed out, starting to lose her patience and struggling harder to free herself.
"I'm watching you, cunt, so you better be very careful around me. Nothing would make me happier than to erase that smugness off of your face." He threatened her.
She finally removed her arm from his grip. "I'm sure of that, but until that day arrives, just stay out of my way and I'll do the same for you." She said, not letting him know just how upset she was. "And you must have serious problems, man, if you see smugness on my face." With those last words, she turned around and went back to the living room.
Joanne was there, dusting the furniture.
"Oh, hi, Joanne."
"Good morning, señorita Ashley." She greeted her smiling.
"Have you seen Jordan?"
"He left this morning, very early, to Caracas, with Garcia, señorita Ashley, but he said he would be back at night." She explained. "He said you looked too tired and that he didn’t want to wake you up."
"Ah, I see, that's nice of him." she replied, not sure what she was feeling right then.
"I have everything ready for your breakfast at the terrace, señorita, if you want to." Joanne informed her with a smile.
"Yes, Joanne, that would be very nice." She answered with an imperceptible sigh. It was going to be a very long day.
She walked slowly up to the terrace and took a seat at the table, looking around, enjoying the beauty of the place. Joanne brought her breakfast, eggs, bacon,
He took a seat behind his desk and opened the file Wilson had left there for him, as the other two men sat on a couch nearby.
Like Wilson said, there wasn’t much there. Her only relative was her mother, the father had never been a part of her life, and she had struggled to get to where she was. She had had a couple of boyfriends, but it had been almost six months since she had dated anyone. That, somehow pleased him, but he deliberately didn’t dig deeper there.
Her best friend was another stewardess that worked with her and they usually went partying together.
Other than a few other meaningless details, that was all.
"Are you sure this was all there was?" he asked Wilson when he finished reading.
"Yes, boss. I hired the same agency we always do. That's all there is to know."
"Good. Let's call it for tonight. I'll see you guys in the morning."
"Sure thing, boss." Garcia said, with a pleased smile, before he left the office with Wilson.
Chapter Twelve
Ashley was so tired she could barely keep her eyes opened. When she got to the bedroom, she changed into a tiny night gown and fell in bed, her eyes closing as soon as she laid her head on her pillow, falling asleep immediately.
When she woke up in the morning, she was alone in bed, although the pillow next to her showed signs of him. She got up slowly and headed to the bathroom, but he wasn’t there either. She took a quick shower, making sure not to wet her hair, before putting on a sleeveless shirt, denim shorts and some cute sandals.
She wasn’t sure of what to do, so she decided to go find Joanne. She would probably know Jordan's whereabouts.
She went downstairs and started looking for the kitchen.
Ashley was reaching the end of a corridor when a door to her right opened up and Wilson came out of it.
He grabbed her by her arm and pulled her close to him. "What the hell are you doing here, putica?" he asked, towering her.
"I'm looking for the kitchen." She answered, doing all she could not to provoke the brute.
"Feeling like the fucking owner of the house already, are you?" he spat.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." She replied, pushing her arm, trying to free it from his tight claws. "Let me go."
"I wouldn’t get to comfortable, puta, the boss doesn’t keep his whores for too long." He added with a scornful grin.
"Maybe you're right, but I really don’t see how this is any of your business." She pointed out, starting to lose her patience and struggling harder to free herself.
"I'm watching you, cunt, so you better be very careful around me. Nothing would make me happier than to erase that smugness off of your face." He threatened her.
She finally removed her arm from his grip. "I'm sure of that, but until that day arrives, just stay out of my way and I'll do the same for you." She said, not letting him know just how upset she was. "And you must have serious problems, man, if you see smugness on my face." With those last words, she turned around and went back to the living room.
Joanne was there, dusting the furniture.
"Oh, hi, Joanne."
"Good morning, señorita Ashley." She greeted her smiling.
"Have you seen Jordan?"
"He left this morning, very early, to Caracas, with Garcia, señorita Ashley, but he said he would be back at night." She explained. "He said you looked too tired and that he didn’t want to wake you up."
"Ah, I see, that's nice of him." she replied, not sure what she was feeling right then.
"I have everything ready for your breakfast at the terrace, señorita, if you want to." Joanne informed her with a smile.
"Yes, Joanne, that would be very nice." She answered with an imperceptible sigh. It was going to be a very long day.
She walked slowly up to the terrace and took a seat at the table, looking around, enjoying the beauty of the place. Joanne brought her breakfast, eggs, bacon,
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