Chapter 50- The Search
HARDIN'S POV
I knew that my boss could go to any length to make me look incompetent and I had no choice but to suspect that she must have taken the emerald eye on purpose just to make me look bad.
So I decided that everyone's bags should be thoroughly searched before anyone leaves the airplane.
“ What's going on, why did you stop us?" One of the models asked.
“ There's something missing and we don't know where it is or if someone might have taken it so we have to search everyone's bag," I explained.
" Are you trying to call us thieves?” One of them asked.
" I'm not calling anyone a thief, we all have nothing to hide, so searching our bags shouldn't be a problem," I said.
Now that I think about it, what if it turns out to be in my bag and arrogant Ariana put it there just because she knew something like this would happen.
Suddenly I became worried, I know I didn't take anything but what if, just what if she put it in my bag because of her own selfish reason?
“ We have nothing to hide, I have nothing to hide,” one of the models said as she was the first person to bring her bag.
The security started opening her bag to search while I just watched. I didn't tell them what we were looking for, I only told them when I see it I'll know.
They searched the first girl's bag but came up with nothing and she just shrugged like she was saying ‘ I told you so’ the next girl brought her bags, there were about four bags.
Women and traveling with unnecessary luggages.
I had to whisper what we were looking for so we could search the bags separately but we still came up with nothing until we'd searched everyone's bag.
By now the models already looked pissed, especially at me. But the look on their faces was nothing compared to the look on my boss's face.
I brought her bag also and personally searched it as I put my hand in every corner. I'm just hoping she doesn't have a scorpion lying somewhere in her bag.
When I was done searching my boss's bag I still found nothing.
I turned to the security guy who was searching my bag and for no reason my heart was beating so loud that I was worried they could hear it and point fingers at me.
Everyone watched as they opened my bag and searched every corner. It was just one bag and there wasn't much in there.
Why was he taking too much time searching my own bag?
The security guy suddenly stopped as he turned to look at me then my boss. He pressed his hand on my bag like he was trying to feel something and I just quietly watched hoping that what I suspected earlier wasn't what is happening right now.
She wouldn't go to that level of pettiness would she?
“ Nothing," the security man finally said as he got up. What was the need for the extra suspense then? He almost made me believe the emerald eye was in my bag.
“ What you're looking for isn't in anyone's bag," he said.
“ Sorry ladies," I apologized.
“ I wonder what it is that he had to search everyone, it's kind of disrespectful that he'll think any of us would steal,” One of the models said and I could tell she was mad.
They started exiting the airplane one by one until it was just left with me and arrogant Ariana.
Without warning, a hard slap landed on my face. I didn't see it coming.
“ What do you take me for?! You think I'm going to steal my own grandfather's jewelry and pretend not to know where it is? Where the fuck did my grandfather find you? You're nothing but an…” I didn't let her finish what she wanted to say as I pushed her on the airplane chair.
“ I've fucking warned you haven't I?” I asked her as I wrapped my hands around her neck.
" You bastard! Get your fucking hands off me!” I tightened my hold around her neck.
“ I told you not to fucking raise your hands on me ever again but you thought I was joking,” I said as I looked her square in the eyes and she looked back at me with a challenge.
“ You know why you're lucky? It's because we're in a fucking plane, that is your redemption right now, but I'm not letting this slide bet me," I said before I moved away from her.
“ What do you want me to say? You had them search my bag like a fucking thief!" She snapped,
“ You accused me like a fucking thief you didn't think there's something wrong with that?!" I said almost losing my cool.
" Because who the fuck do you want me to suspect Mr know it all, you call yourself a competent assistant but we are looking for the fucking emerald eye, just how competent are you? Should I applaud you?!” She asked.
I could feel myself boiling and I knew that I was soon going to do something stupid.
Instead of arguing with her I just took our bags and walked outside the airplane.
I took the bags to where I parked my car as I put our bags in the boot of the car. I opened the car door and got in. My eyes couldn't help but look at the bullet mark on my car window. I'll have to get the car checked.
Five minutes later and my arrogant boss still hasn't gotten into the car. I was getting impatient when I heard the door open and she got in, closing the door as loud as possible.
Bitch.
I started the car and drove off as I headed to the Miller's mansion.
When I got to the mansion she came down as I helped her bring down her bags. I wasn't in the mood to greet anyone and I couldn't bring myself to face Mr Miller. Not when something of his was missing.
I got into my car as I drove out of the mansion with just one thought in mind;
We had to look for the emerald eye before news got out.
Because I don't know what I'll do.
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