WHITNEY

The meeting with Petterson was long, we discussed a lot.
He could be funny when he wanted to be.

Though it wasn't a motive to break the vigilance I had toward him.

He concluded the access he gave me wasn't just because of the love he felt for me. It was the yearning to possess my richness that forced him to act so kindly with me.

An unsatisfied one, a greedy dude, with all the fortune he possessed, he always wanted mine. This greediness would be the cause of his fall.

It would lead him to a pathetic situation he would never forget.

At the moment of our conversation, he advised me to never sign a file or whatever Armand would give me without thoroughly inspecting what it was about.

That it could be a document, about a union of properties or something filthy which would force me to be with him.

To tell the truth, I was prudent yet I hadn't thought about this. Sometimes, this guy could be sweet.

The meeting had been over, and I had to go back to Armand, my watch showed I had spent four hours discussing with Petterson.

I had to back to Armand and tried what Petterson told me.
I didn't understand why he gave such pressure, he wanted things to be done as hurry as possible.

Did he fear Armand would discover what he was hatching? I didn't know.
However, it was a good idea, it would help me to not have sex with him. I had to play on his tolerance about this issue.

Having sex with him would destroy my heart more than anything would do at that moment.

"Where is Petterson?" Armand asked as I entered the office. He moved the eyeglasses he used to read.

He had a lot of documents in front of him, it remembered me of my mother Mrs. Lucas, my beloved mum, who was working most of the time.

"He went to his apartment" I expressed

"He didn't want to bother you. He knows you have a lot to do" I added, coming behind his chair, and I sensually applied my soft hand on his shoulders to relax him.

"Damn. Had he forgotten I wanted to talk with him?" he frowned.

Until now everything was going as planned, I had now to add my contribution to the plan.
A contribution that consisted of making him go outside to look after Petterson, to leave me alone in the office.

All of this had been planned with Petterson, he hadn't forgotten about the meeting he had with Armand.

He went to take him outside. Then I had to play with the time to sneak and dig in his stuff. Goddamn, I was a spy.

"You can go to look after him," I whispered in his ear, my hand on his fucking shoulder.

"No, he will come here, I won't be long" he protested firmly. It seemed I wasn't as lucky as Petterson was.
Though this plan had to work out, hence I had to make him go out, without evoking an impression.

"He had just forgotten, don't get angry because of that, you can see it as an opportunity to relax and breathe. You are working for too long now, consider it a break" I insisted.

After a while of caressing him and being the soften I could, he agreed.

This asshole didn't consider the moment he should sulk. However, he was gone and I was alone.

Hurry up, Whitney..!

I had to boost my courage and switch on the mode Whitney 2.0.

'There is a shelf, at the right side of his desk' I repeated Petterson's words.

'On the third tier of this shelf, there is a big red book, it is the only one on this tier, tilt it to the front and you'll see what will happen.' Every word I pronounced was followed by actions.

I made exactly what he had said, and I saw the hall, shredding, giving access to an unsuspected room, a secret room in his office.

The noise made by this entry wasn't deafening but loud enough to be heard by this man super hearing.

I hoped Petterson had led him far enough and would succeed to keep him there for a while longer to leave me the opportunity, to find some clues.

The way opened, I entered, and I could barely see where my foot was standing, though by the touch, I felt it was stairs, the darkness filled in this room was very thick.

I climbed down the stairs, slowly, carefully to not make any noise, holding the hall until I found the interrupter, and I switched on the light.

I looked at the space in front of me and it was filled with documents, there were papers everywhere, and I didn't know where to start.

"Hell, I had forgotten about Armand," I remembered as I heard his voice sounding in front of the door.

My heart started accelerating the heat, it was racing. If I made things hastily, I would commit something wrong.

I had to calm myself, praying Petterson would have the intuition to retain him a bit longer, to leave me the opportunity to close it.

Fortunately for me, I was just at the third stair, I switched off the light and came out of this secret room.

I pushed back the book behind me, which closed the entry, though It did it slowly, too slowly than when it came open.

I was alarmed, staring at how it spent time to close.
What should I do? Armand was already in front of the door I heard his hand on the wristband, the air was hard to find, he would certainly kill me there after noticing what I did.

I had no excuse, to justify why I was snooping there.

I rushed toward the door, deciding I was the one to stop him, I would extemporize something there.

I opened the door, half opening it, leaving him just the space to look at my face.

"What is going on babe?" I asked softly, trying to make out the most charming voice I could.

With a glance behind me, over my shoulder, I look at this entry and it wasn't yet close.

"Nothing honey, don't worry"

"But what are you looking behind?" he asked, trying to enter, Petterson was looking at us, he knew by my look the passage wasn't yet close.

"There is nothing,"

"I just miss you, I want to feel your lips on mine" With a glamour move, I inched toward him and kissed him.

"I love you" I blurted.

"Love you too baby" He kissed me back, wrapping his hand around my waist.

The kiss was disgusting, however, it permitted me to gain more time.

I had to be more careful the next time, I didn't want to kiss him every time I would have to enter this room.

Nevertheless, my heartfelt appease.