Chapter Five

Walter walked into Abigail's office with a suitcase that unmistakably belonged to Stephanie. Abigail's lawyer.

"How's my favorite client doing." Stephanie sauntered in wearing her signature bright coloured suit. She was wearing a Yellow suit this time and somehow still managed to look good in it. Her red curls were packed in a low ponytail.

"Hey Stephanie!"

"Now tell me, what have you done now?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"Abigail protested.

 Stephanie was one of the handful of people Abigail loved and respected. 

"Well the only time you call these days is to get you out of some trouble, you got yourself into and most time it's trouble you cause on your own" 

"Accusations!"

"...That are true!

Abigail smiled from ear to ear, she loved their little banter.

 Abigail met Stephanie in college, she was a sorority girl, with the biggest crowd in campus. They had met at a party and Stephanie saved her from a possible sexual assault.

 A bunch of people hated Abigail at that time, and some bunch of frat boys roofied her drink and Stephanie somehow found out and she told Abigail about it. She also used her connections to get them arrested.

"So, what's up?"

"Well, I need your advise on something." Abigail goes on to narrate Mark's proposal.

"Well, it's nothing surprising, finding out information like this requires a deep dive but it's not impossible, he must really want to acquire Weston corp. My advice would be to stay away from him. He has a plan. If you take him up on his offer, it's good for business in theory but practically it's not advisable. A prenuptial agreement could help protect you and the company."

"So you are saying I should not marry him?"

"As your friend and not your lawyer, fuck that guy!"Abigail chuckled at this.

"Indeed"

"But if you aren't married in the next couple of months you might lose your company for good, and I'm sure you don't want that." 

"I do not but hear me out I have a plan…"

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Marcel Williams sauntered. into the front door of the huge mansion as if he hadn't been searched by CIA top security just two minutes ago. 

When a couple of men showed up at his doorstep this morning with an Audi he thought he was in a dream.

 Yes, the woman from the bar had called to invite him over to her mansion because she had a job for him. He had found the whole interaction quite odd but that didn't matter, if he was going to be paid four times his paycheck weekly he was definitely taking the job. 

 "Follow me," one of the security guards who had searched him at the gate said in a commanding voice. He was bald and almost as tall as he was Maybe about 6 '3. He wore a black suit with a black button down shirt inside with a black tie and sunglasses. 

Marcel couldn't help but feel like he was in a James bond movie. He followed him into the mansion noting the beautiful structure of the place, he felt out of place as they walked along a long hallway. 

The place was Grand with intricate designs and statues and paintings that belonged more in the museum than in a home but what did he know.

 There were human size portraits scattered throughout the hallway of various people he didn't recognize. 

The gaurd in front of him stopped without warning. And in front of the guard there stood a 14 foot french door.

The huge man mentioned something into his earpiece and after a second he moved to open the door.

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Abigail sat in her study waiting patiently as her potential husband arrived, She watched as Marcel arrived and as Eustas and Bob made a throrough search on him before they let him inside the house.  

He was tall, taller than she remembered. His hair was messy like he had just rolled out of bed. He wore a grey coloured T shirt that showed off his chest and arms. And black pants with combat boots. 

Abigail thought he was beautiful. More than likely one of the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. He would do.

Eustas voice came through her earpiece. And without wasting time she allowed entrance.

Her door opened with a click and Eustas came in first followed by Him, Marcel. 

The videos on her phone did not prepare her for him in person. He looked taller in person, taller than Eustas.

Just like before he smelled of lavender and aftershave and apples?  

"Have a seat. Mr Williams, that will be all Eustas." She said to the Bald headed security gaurd dismissing him. He gave a curt nod and then left.

"Nice place you've got here"Marcel motioned to sit down.

"It's like Disney land but with a menace"His voice was deep just like last night but smooth. A sultry edge to it that made Abigail think this man had a lot of women under his spell but that didn't quite matter to her he was nothing more than a means to an end.

Abigal chuckled at his statement. Almost immediately she cleared her throat and schooled her face. This was a huge gamble for her but one that was maybe in her favor, and Stephanie had given her blessings so she was positive that this wouldn't only fulfill her children's needs but would get her company. It would also get Mark of her back for now.

Marcel sat opposite her, his eyes took her in. He thought she is beautiful and elegant but also stiff and Ridgid. 

He wondered in silent what she had probably gone through to make her be this way.

"So, Marcel Williams welcome to my humble abode." 

Marcel scoffed at that, this place was anything but humble as a matter of fact this place was pride itself. He didn't say anything though, only smiled at her.

"Now down to business

 "Alright"

First of all, I'm going to need you to answer my questions honestly and thoughtfully."

"Sure."

"What is your name?"

"Marcel Andrew.Williams"

"Alright"

"Age?"

"33"

"Mother's name?"

"Jane Bufford"

"Father's?"

"Daniel Williams"

"Siblings?"

"3"

"And you are?"

"The middle child."

"School?"

Marcel answered all her questions correctly, she had done a background check on him before inviting him into her home.

His track record was clean. He has never been involved in any violence since high school.

"Alright great" Abigail said and covered her file.

"Now, here's the deal. I am willing to pay you 1million dollars monthly for your hand in marriage." 

Marcel's jaw dropped. Abigail ignored him and continued.

"Let's be clear the marriage will be purely contractual, you can do whatever you like but on my terms if you have a girlfriend currently you can let her know but she'd have to sign an NDA. You'll have to live with me and my kids in the main house. My kids are you top priority, you will treat them as though they belonged to you. At the end of 5 years you'll get a sum of 20million dollars as your divorce settlement."

Marcel face had contoured into various expressions during the course of the conversation. He wasn't sure he heard quite right. Did he just got proposed to?

"You don't have to give me an answer now, I'll give you a couple days to think it over, if you have any questions you can ask now." 

Marcel definitely had questions, as a matter of fact he was filled with nothing but questions but at that point in time he couldn't quite find the words.

When she called a few days ago and introduced herself, he had googled her quickly to get a sense of who he was dealing with. He knew she was a billionaire or at least rich, the first time he saw her in his bar. 

So when she said she had a job for him it never crossed his mind that it was to be a marriage contract.

And this wasn't 4 times the amount he was being paid ; this was about 500 times.

"Are you still with me, Mr Williams?"

"Yes, yes."

"Any questions?" Abigail asked her eyes peering into his waiting for his answer.

"I think I'll need to think this through."

"Sure, remember you have signed an NDA. If you break it by telling somebody about this meeting, well I don't need to tell you what will happen now do I?"Marcel shook his head almost automatically.

"Alright then, Eustas will take you home. Eustas come escort Mr Williams out."