Betrayed by Love (3 page)

“Mo, I want you to meet Brenda. She’s my new assistant.”

They shook hands. “Girl, you should be a hand model.” Mo held her hand up and looked at it from different angles. “They’re so soft.”

Eva pulled Brenda’s hand away. “Ignore him. Come on, I’ll introduce you to everyone else.”

“Think about it. I have a friend who could hook you up,” Mo said.

Brenda followed Eva throughout the building as Eva made her introductions. “Bach is the head of security and will be able to tell you everything there is to know.”

Eva
felt Brenda was in capable hands. She left the two alone as she prepared for the taping of her show. The show went off without a hitch. Brenda was waiting near her office. “Did you get a chance to see any of the show?” Eva asked.

“I caught some of it, but I mostly spent the time going over the letters Bach had. I’m having some of my people run some tests. So far nobody has been able to get any prints, but don’t worry. Working together, we should get to the bottom of things.”

“I still think everybody is overreacting,” Eva confessed.

“You never can be sure in incidents like this. It’s best to be prepared than not.” Brenda followed
Eva inside the room. She sat down at her make-shift desk and began typing something into her laptop.

Jackie,
Eva’s assistant, stormed through the door. “I heard you hired a new assistant. If you were going to fire me, you could have called me,” she complained.

“Jackie, we have company.”
Eva wasn’t in the mood to deal with her sometimes overly sensitive assistant.

Brenda waved. “Hi, I’m Brenda.”

Jackie ignored Brenda. “I know who you are.”

“You’ve forgotten the golden rule. There can only be one queen in the midst.”
Eva pointed at herself. “And that’s me. Since you’re so concerned about your job, I’ve been saving some things for you.”

Eva
handed her a folder filled with sheets of papers. “I need you to contact these people and see if they are willing to come on the show. I’ve already made some notes for you; so you really don’t have much to do.”

“If I’m doing all of this, what is she here for?”

Eva pushed her towards the door. “You worry about the list and I’ll worry about Brenda. Now skedaddle.”

“If looks could kill, I would have been dead on the spot,” Brenda joked.

“She’ll be alright.”

“As soon as I have her checked out thoroughly, you need to tell her who I am.”

“Competition is good for the soul.”

“That’s an evil young lady if I ever met one.”

Eva hoped Jackie wasn’t guilty of sending her the pictures and letters. She trusted her with so much of her day to day operations that it would be the ultimate betrayal. It would hurt her almost as much as Trevor’s upcoming nuptials. She slid the invitation out of her purse and read the date. She looked at her calendar. She needed to convince him that marrying that other woman would be a mistake. The countdown was on. She had exactly six weeks.

***

Garth sat behind the desk of his home office. He listened as Brenda gave him an update on the situation with Eva. “The security system has been installed and I did a run through. All’s secure,” Brenda assured him.

“I still can’t believe she was left wide open as far as security is concerned,”
Garth commented.

“She was impressed with the new system. I showed her how to activate and deactivate. So far no more strange letters.”

“Good. We’ll keep you with her a few more weeks and if nothing else happens, I’ll probably pull you from this project and reassign you.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Brenda responded.

Garth stretched his arms out as he moved his head from side to side to release the tension in his neck. He had been in and out of meetings all day with prospective clients. Trevor had taken the day off which left him with handling everything. He was mentally exhausted and looked forward to a long hot shower and laying across his king sized bed.

The business phone rang so his shower would have to wait. “I should have let it go to voice mail,” he said to himself as
Cheryl’s voice blasted from the other end.

“Aren’t those signs of cheating?” she asked.

Garth sat back down and shook his head. He wanted to laugh. She was concerned about Trevor cheating and here she was calling him wanting to hook up. “Baby girl, this is a conversation you should be having with Tre.”

“He’ll only lie about it.”

“Well that’s between you two. I’m out of it.”

“What woman are you with now?” she asked.

“Your wedding is six weeks away. I think you need to be more concerned about your husband to be than who I’m dealing with,” Garth responded.

“I hate all men right now,” she snapped.

“Then why are you calling me?” he asked.

“I thought we could hook up one last time,” she confessed.

“Look Cheryl, I let our little fling or whatever you want to call it go on longer than I should have; but it’s like this. You’re marrying my boy and unbeknownst to him, me not sleeping with you is my present to him.”

“But…”

“There’s no buts. But I will tell you this. If after you are married, if I find out that you even look at another man, Trevor will know about it,” he threatened.

“You wouldn’t?”

“You don’t want to try me.”

Cheryl
stuttered, “I…I got to go. Tre’s coming through the door now.”

Garth
hated to be rude to her but he knew Cheryl’s kind. If she thought she had the upper hand, she would use it to her advantage. He’s always made it clear that she had more to lose if Trevor found out about their indiscretions than he did; although truthfully, he didn’t believe it. As long as she thought it was the case, he knew she wouldn’t go blurting out their little affair in the heat of one of their disagreements.

His rippling muscles relaxed under the hot water streaming from the showerhead.  This was the first time in a long time that he was spending the night alone. He closed his eyes and instead of a relaxing thought, a woman’s face kept invading his thoughts.

“Eva,” he yelled as his eyes popped open.

“One more…you can do it,” Ralph said, sounding like a military sergeant.

Eva
and Brenda groaned from the intense workout her personal trainer was putting them through. Eva wiped the sweat from her forehead as she did one more sit up.

Brenda stood up first. “I thought I was in shape, but now I’m not so sure.” She picked up a bottle of water and took a sip.

“I like to turn it up a notch when I get a new student.” Ralph winked his eye.

Eva
used her towel to wipe the sweat off her neck. “But did you have to make me pay for it.”

Ralph walked in front of her and placed his hand on her flat stomach. “It’s worth it.”

She turned and admired herself in the mirror. “Somebody give him a raise. You got me looking good.”

“No dear, it’s your hard work.”

Brenda cleared her throat. “I hate to end this love fest, but Eva we have to get going if we’re going to make it to the studio in time.”

“Whose the boss?”
Eva teased.

Ralph interjected, “On that note, I’m out of here. Ladies, it’s been a pleasure.”

Eva walked Ralph to the door. After saying her good-byes, she turned to find Brenda waiting at the end of the stairway. “What’s wrong?” Eva asked.

“There’s something about Ralph that doesn’t sit well with me,” she commented.

“The fact that he didn’t make a pass at you, is that it?”

“Yes. I mean no,” Brenda stuttered.

Eva laughed. “I was offended at first myself, but don’t worry; mister look like Jean Claude Van Damme is as heterosexual as they come.”

“What’s his number? I need to set up a private session.”

“Stand in line.” Eva left Brenda standing at the end of the stairway as she headed upstairs to shower and dress.

An hour later, they were stuck in bumper to bumper traffic although Los Angeles rush hour normally ended by ten. 
Eva normally stopped to talk to a few people when she entered the office but today she was running late. Brenda had to pick up her pace just to keep up with her as she rushed through the door.

Eva
waltzed in the conference room, and silence fell over the room as the members of her staff turned and looked at each other, avoiding eye contact with her. Brenda took a seat at the back of the room. “You all act like this is a funeral instead of a meeting. What’s going on?” Eva asked, looking at John.

John stood beside her and attempted to whisper. “Maybe we should talk in private first.”

Eva looked around the room. “Apparently, they already know whatever it is that you want to tell me, so spill it.”

John pulled out a chair. “Have a seat.”

She sat down and waited for John to take a seat. John handed her some pictures. “What the…” Eva didn’t finish her statement as she flipped through pictures of her chronological comings and goings for the past few weeks. What really made her mouth drop was the fact that the pictures all had the words “Eva go to Hell” across them.

“Everybody here got an envelope and it contained copies of these pictures.”

“Where’s Bach? He should be in this meeting,” Eva stated.  Inside Eva was furious and concerned. She hoped her nervousness didn’t show because she wanted everyone to know that she wasn’t going to let some deranged person take control over her life.

“He’s on his way,” John responded.

Brenda walked to the front of the room. “May I see those?”

Eva
handed the pictures to her. “In fact, everybody here who got copies of these.” She held up a picture. “Please hand them to Brenda.”

Brenda picked up a bin and had each person drop their envelopes and/or pictures into the bin. “I’ll be back.”

Eva addressed her staff. “I had other things to discuss like ratings, but I think in light of this, we could use a recess. The meeting will resume here in about thirty minutes.”

The room cleared fast. John and
Eva were the only two remaining. Bach walked in the room and closed the door. “I reviewed the security cameras and there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.”

“It had to be an inside job. In order for everyone to get a copy,” John stated.

“Not exactly. I checked with the mail room and apparently, they received a box with instructions. They didn’t bother to look at the contents because the letter instructed that each staff member get a copy.”

Eva
crossed her arms. She listened to John and Bach. “Is there anything you can do? The last thing I need is to have this information leaked to the media?”

“Let me deal with that. You just make sure you get some personal security,” John said.

“I have. Brenda is not just an assistant; she’s my personal security guard.”

John said, “Well you could have told me.”

“We thought it best the fewer people who knew the better. Just in case someone here on staff is responsible,” Eva said, in her defense.

Someone knocked on the door. Bach went to see who it was. When he moved, Brenda walked through the door. “
Eva, can I talk to you for a moment?”

Eva
looked at John. “He knows.”

“Let’s all have a seat,” Brenda said, as she walked towards the front of the room. “I checked this out with my boss and he agrees. Bach, I’m not trying to step on your toes, but we need to work together to make sure there’s a better system of screening people who have access to the building.”

“We have a process in place and no disrespect, I don’t need you or anyone else to tell me how to do my job.”

“Not saying that you do, but there are things we see that can improve the way things are done.”

Eva intervened. “Bach, I’m sure Brenda is only trying to offer solutions that will make your job easier not more complicated. Brenda, work with Bach and come up with the best solution.” She looked between the two. “I’m going to leave you all here while I go get something to drink. I need some air anyway.”

John opened his mouth to speak, but stopped when he saw the serious expression on
Eva’s face. “We’ll be here.”

Eva
closed the door and released her breath. She went to her office avoiding eye contact with staff members as she passed them. Once she was inside of her office, she closed the door. Her mind was running a mile a minute.

I can’t let this person unnerve me. I’ve worked too hard to get where I am and I refuse to give power to this creep. Sticks and stones…that’s all it is. As long as they don’t put hands on me, they’re only words; they’re only pictures.

She dialed Trevor’s cell number. “I need to see you.” She paused. “No, not here. Meet me at your place.” After a brief pause, she stated. “On second thought, meet me at my place. I’ll find a way to get rid of Brenda.”

This little plan of hers might work after all.