Page 115 of The Bodyguard

I can’t tell you how perfectly this worked out. I was expecting him to be incapacitated while I worked out how to get rid of him.

Instead, he had a fucking heart attack. Right there on the spot.

Talk about good luck.

Well, except it messed up my plans. I had to wait to drop the first threat for another week or so. Leaving the note that day would’ve raised suspicions. So I simply went into the lounge and curled up with a book.

When Savannah and her yoga instructor came out and found me, we all chatted for a while.

“Just need you to approve these social images,” I told Savannah. “Hope it's okay that I waited.”

“Of course,” she said, sitting down beside me and scrolling on my laptop looking at the Instagram feed I’d laid out.

Meanwhile, George is crossing the rainbow bridge or whatever.

“These look great. Just check with Briar on that blue. I don’t think that is the right brand color.”

I mentally rolled my eyes.

Briar is the teacher’s pet.

“Sure. Okay, I better go. I have a tennis lesson tonight.” I leaped up and stuffed my laptop into my bag.

“Thanks, Gina,” Savannah said, standing. “Where’s George?” she asked, looking around.

I shrugged. “Haven’t seen him. Did he go home?”

She’d frowned. “No. We were heading out after my yoga session.”

“Sorry, I haven’t seen him,” I said, then left.

I heard her scream as I was closing the front door.

And smiled.

With George out of the way, I was able to kick off my plan. I’d left three notes with some great threats and figured they were working.

Last week in New York, Nick invited me back to his room after he’d had dinner with Savannah. He was drunk and horny.

For me.

It was everything I could have dreamed of. I finally got to feel his beautiful cock inside me. I told him I loved him, to which he replied, I love your pussy.

So cheeky.

Today I was planning to resign because my life is now going to be with Nick. I spent all weekend dreaming about how this would unfold. How she would finally see us together as a couple and realize I don’t need her.

Or her money.

Or job.

Nick said he’d take me to the Golden Globes as his date. Well, sure honey, were his actual words, but he’s a man of his word.

I’ve been so excited.

Some might say cocky. But I deserve this. I’ve been patient and treated like a slave in this job.

But Savannah, the cunt, has manipulated him once again. This morning she told the team Nick had invited her to be his date at the Golden Globes.

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