“But even if I agreed to be your spy, he will surely suspect me if I just go and tell him now that I will work for him.”
“Wait till he asks you again. Also, if he asks why, you can just tell him that I threaten you with your mother's life and you hate me for that.”
Brianna opened her eyes wide. How does he know my real thoughts? She wondered rather anxiously. I thought I have been hiding my real thoughts and emotions well.
“Scott, honey, please. I really can’t be a spy. Please...” Brianna put her arms around Scott’s neck and pleaded rather flirtatiously. She thought she should try a different strategy.
Scott frowned. “Don’t give me that. You are just a pet.”
Brianna pouted her lips and nodded. “I see. Ok, I will try my best.”
Scott gave her a push and gestured that she should leave now.
He leaned back in his seat and watched Brianna leave. With Brianna’s talent in cooking and design or art, as well as the fact that she looked like Sol, Scott did want to keep Brianna. However, he had to make sure that she was someone he could trust, especially considering the fact that she had worked for Liam for a few years.
I’m not sure yet if she’s truly genuine and trustworthy or if she's simply too good at acting. When I get to know her truly and fully, then I can decide what to do with her. He thought as he sipped the nicely brewed tea.
***
After having a good rest, Brianna felt much better and now had an appetite for food, so she went to the canteen for some coffee and cookies.
Just as she was to get some coffee, Jameson came in. "I've got some nice coffee at my office. Would you like to come and have a sample?" Brianna turned around and saw Jameson in a casual white shirt, hands in his pockets, leaning at the door lazily, with a playful smile on.
"Thanks for the invite, but I understand you must be a busy man as the vice-president, and I shall not take up your time." Brianna refused politely.
"Ha. Busy? Not at all. Scott is the one that's in charge. They call me the vice-president, but they don't really give me any work to do. I guess it's the same as you. Come on. It's great coffee."
Brianna gave it a thought and nodded. "Alright. I shouldn't miss good coffee."
Jameson's office looked similar to Scott's. Brianna had a glance at the files and documents, and she could tell by the names that they were some minor projects that Jameson was assigned to deal with. The most confidential information and important projects were kept away from him, in charge of Scott.
Brianna sat on the sofa, sipping coffee. Jameson leaned on the desk, a cigarette in his hand, watching Brianna thoughtfully. Brianna could feel the oppressed anger in Scott, and she could understand why, however, she didn't want to get involved.
"How do you feel as Mrs. Anderson? It's been half a month now." Jameson asked with a smile.
"It's alright," Brianna said.
"Let's be honest. It's impossible that he will see you as his real wife. The only woman he loves is Sol Keaton. He never allowed any women to get close to him except Sol. He's only using you temporarily merely for the reason that you look like her. Once she comes back, then you will have to leave. You are merely a possession and a pet to him." Jameson said plainly.
Brianna opened her mouth to speak but hesitated for a bit and heaved a sigh. Jameson waited quietly.
"I understand and agree with what you said." Brianna said, "That's why I don't expect anything."
"I will say it again. As long as you agree to help me, I will make sure your mother's treatment and your own career will be taken care of. Even if you want to have your own design company, I can help, in the States or abroad, up to you."
My own company! Brianna's face lit up, and she gazed at Jameson in disbelief. "But how?"
Jameson smiled and said casually, "I can do anything once I have the Anderson Corporation. Think about it, Brianna. If you stand on Scott's side, he will get rid of you sooner or later, but if you work with me, I will make sure you get what you deserve."
Brianna was quiet.
Jameson smoked and waited patiently.
After a while, Brianna shook her head and said, "I'm not that ambitious. All I want is that my mum is safe and I can be independent."
"Just want to remind you that when he gets tired of you and kicks you out, you won't be of any use to me anymore, and by then, even if you beg me to work for me, it will be too late."
Brianna went quiet again as if she was hesitating. "I will think about it." She said finally. "Thanks for the coffee. I shall go back to work."
Jameson nodded, and Brianna left. Though she might appear to be tempted, she was, in fact, sure that she would not agree. It was her instincts. Also, she knew that Scott was the one with real power, and she was legally Mrs. Anderson after all. She would not choose to betray him as long as she had the choice.
As Brianna went back to her desk, Levi reported to Scott. "Mr. Scott Anderson, I've brought the recording of the conversation between Mrs. Brianna Anderson and Mr. Jameson Anderson. Would you like to listen to it?"
"Just tell me what I need to know," Scott said plainly.
"Right. As you have expected, Mr. Jameson Anderson asked her to work for him again. Mrs. Brianna Anderson seemed tempted when he said that she could even have her own design company. Though she didn't agree straight away, she said she would think about it."
"I hope she's clever enough to know whom she should work for," Scott said sternly with a frown.