The woman he trusts

Emily

It was three days till I saw my Alexandro King again.

These three days seemed to pass on slowly and I couldn’t believe it.

What could I not believe?

One, this new life I had was just too awesome.

It turns out that I was a very likable person

Third, life without Alexandro King's presence was sweet.

Fourth, I had my credit card, which didn’t bounce no matter what I bought.

Five, Chloe and Baxter were the two best people in the world.

Chloe had the weirdest laughter I had ever heard and for all her seriousness, she was the first to loosen up. Baxter was quite stiff at first, but it turned out he was quite sweet and gentle. We had a kindred spirit.

“I think you both still have it better than I do. At least, Alexandro King trusts you.” I had said that evening.

Chloe, Baxter, and I were sipping wine that I later found out contained 15% alcohol.

Chloe seemed to have been having a bad day and resorted to my suite, she wouldn’t talk about what was bordering on her, but she had been the first to open the wine.

Baxter had come in a grim face. I remembered the night he came to tell Alexandro King a factory was on fire, I wanted to ask him about it but decided against it. He wouldn’t want to talk about that to me. I have come to realize that whatever Alexandro King wanted the world to know was displayed on the billboard. Our wedding was anyway.

I couldn’t believe it either.

My point was, if I had heard no one talk about the fire or any press carry it, it meant Alexandro King purposely took steps to make sure no one did find out about it.

“Alexandro King trusts no one.” Baxter laughed. 

His laugh was quite sad. He could guess he had worked for Alexandro King for a long time. I didn’t believe Baxter didn’t think of himself as a trusted staff.

“That’s very wrong!” Chloe shrieked. She was having her third glass while Baxter and I were still sipping our first.

The drink was bright red and sparkly. I had to admit it was delicious. The truth was, these expensive kinds of stuff seemed to rhyme a lot with my taste.

“What?” I turned to Chloe. She held her hands up like to stop something. Baxter and I watched her, alert to whatever she was going to say, but instead of talking she poured another glass of wine.

“I don’t think that's a good idea, Chloe,” I spoke up. The one glass I had barely drunk was already making my words slurry and I wondered how she would cope with four glasses. I had the worst handover of all time. I’d rather not get drunk at all than get drunk and go through that terrible hangover.

Chloe shot me a death glare and went ahead to fill the cup. I subtly took the bottle away from her and passed it to Baxter from behind me before I asked, “What is very wrong Chloe?” I wanted to know what she had meant earlier.

“Oh, Baxter said King doesn’t trust anyone.” She explained.

‘Yes, I did,” Baxter owned his words, crossing his legs and a small smile rose on his cheeks like he knew where Chloe was going. “Who do you think he trusts?

“You know who,” Chloe said, her face turning angry at the thought.

I was getting impatient. Who did the cold bastard trust? I didn’t want to push them to talk so it wouldn’t be obvious that I was interested in knowing, yet I was running out of impatience to know who it was.

“C’mon. He doesn’t exactly trust her.” Baxter said, shaking his head like he was trying to banish the thought, his actions gave me more suspense.

“I say he does. In fact!” She said that later part with a rising tone. “I have good grounds that Alexandro King trusts her.”

Chloe said the words with distaste, but all I understood from their last words was this. The person Chloe seems to be certain that Alexandro King trusts is a woman. He had a serious woman in his life whom he trusted. Then why on earth did he marry me?

And who the fuck was she?

I took a deep breath. Then, I called my thoughts back. I didn’t care who the person was. I was just another staff, and I knew my job description.

“I insist he doesn’t,” Baxter said finally.

“Okay. I have three questions for you,” Chloe slurred, bringing up three fingers to explain her words. “Your answers to these questions will determine if he trusts her or not.”

“Who can question Alexandro King and go Scot free?” Chloe sneered.

Wait? Someone could question him. He let whosoever she questions him. I hated her already. With my mouth shut, I watched Chloe and Baxter continue their banter. Baxter poured his second glass. I hadn’t given him the bottle to make him drink more, but I didn’t take it from him. I wouldn’t mind a loose tongue. This was an opportunity to more about Alexandro King. A night like this might not come again in a long time.

“She understands him. She understands the questions not to ask, she knows how to ask. We don’t know those.” Baxter explained.

This woman knew Alexandro King intimately. She knew his preferences. She knew how not to make him angry.

“Who does Alexandro accept advice from?” Chloe said the word with disdain.

It was so funny Baxter had to laugh. I wanted to laugh too but I was somehow uneasy about this woman.

“Who does Alexandro King spend all his free time with?” She said, then countered her words, “No! It’s supposed to be, who does Alexandro King make free time for?”

Baxter frowned at her last words.

He made free time for this person. Was he with her now?

“Who is she?” I asked quietly. Baxter’s lips didn’t move. He was on his fourth glass and wasn’t drunk, maybe a bit slurry, but I knew there that even if Baxter was drunk and wasted, he wouldn’t have spoken a word. But Chloe was as wasted as drunk people came.

I had to admit I admired his loyalty. He had just admitted that he knew his boss didn't trust him, but that didn't make him feel betrayed. It would seem that he had been wrong about one thing. That woman wasn't the only one who understood Alexandro Baxter did too. 

“Alisha. Her name is Alisha.” Chloe betrayed her name. 

Another question became heavy in my heart.

Who was Alisha?