Josh’s Pov
I sat on my bed wondering how and when my life ended up in sh*t. My head was hurting, no amount of painkillers was working. My blood pressure was on the roof, even if I wanted to rest I couldn’t.
Every time I closed my eyes my thoughts wandered back to the sh*t my company was going through. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept but it was definitely in Canada.
I last slept in my hospital in Canada, my own house seemed like a casket while my company was my graveyard.
I had no time to visit my mother and neither did my father. I couldn’t even go if I wanted to, I was so dirty and I couldn’t remember the last time I sha ved. She was already having trouble recognizing me, how could she? In the state, I was in.
I was not even able to recognize the man I had become in the mirror even though it was only a few days.
The worst was yet to come but we were exhausted and squeezed already. I was tired of moving from one office to the other.
Offices of people that were reluctant to meet us. Some big fish was behind the chaos that my company was going through but no one knew which fish it was.
Some suggested it was the government itself but my company had good records.
Jessica walked in time and I stood up, I needed to talk to her about my mother, I was not trusting what the nurses were saying.
Those fools were paid to pretend and lie they were taking care of the patients. I needed someone to physically go there and see her for herself.
“I ordered Chinese, are you hungry?” she asked.
“No?” I replied.
“Josh you have not eaten for days, remember you just got discharged from hospital,” she replied.
“Jessica I’m not in the mood!” I yelled at her. “How do you even expect me to eat junk food, teach yourself to cook healthy food if you want me to eat healthy food!” I added.
She breathed in hand, I could see her face tensing up as she dropped the parcel she was holding to the floor.
“I have had enough! I have been trying so hard to be there for you but I will not tolerate bullsh*t” she yelled on top of her voice.
“Bullsh*t! What Bullsh*t! You are giving me stup*d food!” I yelled. I was not p*ssed at her but I just needed someone to yell at. Out of nowhere, she raised her hand in an attempt to hit me but I grabbed her hand and dared her. I quickly pushed her against the wall.
“Now listen to me,” I said. “I want you to go and check on my mother,” I ordered her. Out of nowhere she spat at me, I felt my heart pounding, I held my hand into a fist but a voice inside of me told me not to.
I already had so many problems and adding one more problem was not good for my record. I pushed her over, almost sending her to the ground.
She lifted herself and said; “Last time I checked Sharon was not my mother, my mother is in the grave,” she spat out and walked out of the room.
I grabbed anything that was near me and slammed it to the door in a fit of rage.
The room felt too hot for me, I yanked my tie and threw it to the ground almost slipping on the stup*d Chinese food on the floor.
My phone biped, it was my personal investigator. I quickly walked out of the room to join him in his car outside, hoping for good news. I ordered him to drive, after we drove for some minutes he stopped to face me.
“Did you find her?” I eagerly asked.
“Im sorry sir, Thalia was last seen walking on foot from your house the day of your last divorce hearing,” he stated
I clenched my Jaw p*ssed, Thalia was my last lead, or maybe I was giving Thalia’s late father too much credit and he had nothing to do with anything.
“What of the lawyer and wife?”
“She informed them that she was going to live in one of her friend’s vila’s,” he stated.
I became quiet, Thalia never had any friends, I had made sure of that. “Did they state the names of this friend?” I asked.
“No, she just said friend,” he replied. “Did your wife have any credit cards or anything electronic that she would have used? That can help in easy tracking.”
“No,” I replied. He stared at me weirdly. Yes, it was weird that in the twenty-first century, a grown-up woman had no bank account. But it was possible with manipulation, grooming, and molding.
That was what I did to Thalia, I made her world revolve around me. I made her breathe the air that I breathed out and step on the floor that I had stepped on.
She had no life outside me, in short, she was worshiping me.
“What of a missing person’s report, did the lawyer not report her missing or something?” I asked but the PI noted in refusal.
That was odd, I perfectly remembered the lawyer making threats and allegations that I had done something to Thalia. Maybe his wife had talked him out of filling a missing person’s report or they knew where Thalia was but was lying about it.
“No phone records or messages were linking them after the court case,” he added.
“But why did he not file a missing person’s report?” I asked.
“Maybe he forgot or he is hiding her?” He replied. “We have to flush her out by reporting her missing, if she is alive she will present herself to the police but if she is dead then we will find out,” he suggested.
His plan was not that bad but I had no time, I needed my answers, or was I barking at the wrong tree. “Just do it,” I said I did not want to ignore any lead. Deep inside I felt Thalia’s father was involved.
“Alright sir I will do that,” he stated.
The car became quiet, he was expecting me to walk out of the car but I told him to drive me to the nearest pub.
I did not want to go back in the house, not after the drama that just transpired. He drove me to the pub and I walked in, some strippers were dancing on one of the tables which I decided to join. I needed something to cool me off.
As soon as Thalia was reported missing the private investigator sent me a text. I wondered if she had committed suicide that would not surprise me. The girl was very weak and naive but at least that would cancel her out of the list.
A cold drink was brought to me and a blond stripper joined me and sat on my lap. I needed something to cool me off. She began dancing and giving me a lap dance as I enjoyed and released some stress.
The past couple of days were hell for me. She danced and danced but I was so tired that nothing was getting aroused. Back in the days, I would be in the toilet f**king one stripper after the other from an arousal of one lap dance.
I was so stressed out that my mind was still focused on the sh*t that was happening with my company that no beautiful a*s was able to get me up.
I decided to chase them off, alcohol was the only thing that looked to be working, I kept ordering and ordering until I had my fill.
