GOLDEN HEART 13

UNKNOWN POV

6 Years Earlier

FLASHBACKS

After everything I’ve done for him this is how he repays me!

I thought I was the son he never had.

I kept on blaming myself for being replaced and fooled without even realising it.

‘In the end I was only used.’ I mumbled, and was about to drink the remaining alcohol in my glass when it was snatched from out of nowhere.

I looked up to see a very beautiful brown haired woman, her locks were a light shade of brown almost golden. She gulped the cup down her throat before she slammed it down a little too hard, startling the bartender. Then she looked up with a pair of stunning turquoise orbs. ‘That’s how life is supposed to be. It always shows us how bitch it can be in its own way.’ She finally said.

She continued talking when I kept looking at her without answering. ‘What I’m saying is to not let it get to you. Being used is much sweeter compared to real hardships people are going through, so, hang in there, schöner bruder.’ She smiled beautifully while looking at me.

‘How did you know?’

‘You being used?’ She asked. ‘You said it yourself few minutes ago.’ She nodded my way with her chin.

‘It’s easier said than done.’ I said, referring to her earlier statement about hanging up. Then turned in my seat to my original position, facing the bartender.

‘Leave! I want to be alone for awhile.’ I said, cutting her next sentence before even uttering it.

‘I can help you.’ She offered.

‘I appreciate the offer, but I’m sure you’ll be running to the hills when you hear my story and who I want to bring down.’

‘Jürgen Schmidt., right hand man of Gerald Fischer, CEO and founder of 'Ours' finance company, am I wrong?’

I snapped my head her way, suddenly taken aback by this stranger, ‘You’ll hear from me soon, schöner bruder.’ She winked at my shocked self then she collected her clutch and hat before exiting the bar.

What the fuck was all that about!

I was sitting at my desk typing some important documents when few officers barged into the office. ‘Mr Schimdt, you are under arrest for the murder of Ours’ previous head accountant.’ Said one of the officers while another was busy handcuffing me.

I looked up, searching the crowd for anybody to help, to speak for me, but I came up empty handed. Then I saw my boss making his way to us. ‘Bos..’

‘What is this all about, Mr Schmidt?’ He asked in fake concern, but beneath the worried façade he was showing, I noticed a hint of a smile.

The bastard was happy the blame was forwarded to another direction away from him.

Only then I realised, I was ruined!

‘He’s the prime suspect of a murder, so we’re taking him in for questioning.’ One of the officers spoke.

The bastard then continued his acting. ‘I know it’s a bit too much to ask but can you please take him without the handcuffs. He’s one of our company’s staff members despite everything.’

The officers could do nothing but to agree, they didn’t want to disrespect ‘the compassionate leader’ as everyone describes him.

‘I’ll send the lawyer right after you, you don’t have to worry about anything as long as you’re innocent. However if you’re by any chance found guilty then you have to pay for your crimes, no status is going to help you then.’ He lectured loudly, to gain some more respect from the audience. He was and still is a strong believer of the ‘power of the word.’ Gossip was his fame’s essence.

I glared at him one more time before going with the police.

‘Are you seriously going to exert your right of silence at this time, when all evidence are against you.’ Asked the prosecutor, frustrated.

‘You better confess to get a lower sentence.’ The fucking lawyer advised. Isn’t he supposed to be with me, not against me.

‘They really are too incompetent. I mean if they want to really appear like what everybody envisioning them they should at least bring a proper lawyer.’ Appeared a new voice, a somewhat familiar voice.

‘Who are you? What are you doing in the questioning room?’ Asked the prosecutor, angrily.

‘I’m his lawyer, starting from this moment.’ Answered the well refined woman before pulling the oversized hat off her head.

Everyone in the room gasped at the woman, making me even more confused.

‘Do…’

‘I prefer Professor much more than what you’re about to call me.’ She cut the prosecutor off.

‘Whhhat are you doing here, professor? And what do you mean by his lawyer?’ He asked, dumbfounded.

‘Law is one of the many hobbies I like to exert.’ She said smiling in a not so sincere manner, before looking at the lawyer next to me. ‘Are you by any chance waiting for a written request to evacuate the place?’ She mocked venomously.

She then held some documents that were in her hand in a forwarded manner to the prosecutor.

‘Is that enough of evidence to show you that I’m capable of being here or do you need sometime to check whether my licence to practice law is legitimate or not?’ She dared.

‘No, not at all ma’am, but he already has a lawyer!’ The man exclaimed.

‘A lawyer who’s too busy to prove his client guilty instead of doing his job properly.’ She then looked at me, and handed me some document. ‘Sign here.’ She looked at me in a way that said ‘trust me’, so I did. For some strange reason she seemed much more powerful and influential than what I thought. She isn’t just ‘the bar girl’ anymore.

For her to have the prosecutor stuttering meant that she’s more than meets the eye, well my eye.

TO BE CONTINUED…