And only three days in, it’s obvious – he’s living large on my tab and now he’s taking out multiple cash advances a day. And that’d cut into the money he thought he had to pay Henny when he got back.
The contract listed a generous daily allowance for food, drinks, and gambling and his room and transportation were covered. He’s been splashing out on top shelf booze and surf n’ turf dinners and using the company card like it’s a free-for-all.
He clearly did what most people do when they see a long contract. Skim fast, stop reading after three or four lines of legalese, and then just sign the bottom.
He didn’t take the bait on Friday night with the prostitute that was paid to tempt him. But on Saturday night, he took two other girls back to his room. This wasn’t prearranged, just fortuitous. Also fortuitous but arranged was that what happened up in his room was recorded. I have footage of him stopping one from giving him a blowjob, though he looked tempted, like he was warring with his conscience. Then, he watched the two girls go down on one another at his command, while he jacked off. He didn’t fuck either of them, but did he think that meant he was being faithful to his girl?
Would Violet see it that way if she saw the video? He paid them three hundred bucks a piece and let them clean out his mini bar on the way out, looking ready to pass out with his bottle of top shelf scotch and his spent dick hangin’ out.
He’d also done a lot of gambling, beyond the two hundred and fifty bucks a day limit his employment contract stipulated. The contract told him if he won, the winnings were his. I knew he’d get a taste and lose control. And it happened sooner than expected. As of only Sunday night, things were already going the way I envisioned. What is he thinking? Is he thinking pulling a grand off the card? Is he thinking he’ll win and give some money back? Is he even thinking?
Now, Wednesday, the day before he’s due back, my interest is more than piqued as I got footage from a friend in the business who had him in one of his private lounges. He sent me footage of Raymond doing three lines of blow while getting a lap dance.
This morning, I told my assistant to freeze the company Amex Ray was given and send him a text that he’s gone over his spending limit per his employment contract.
It’s been a few hours and he hasn’t replied to her. I booked a very specific room for him; one I could tap into for a security feed. After he got that text, he read over his employment contract and then he cussed up a storm before counting the cash in his wallet and storming out of the room. He’s realized he’s fucked up. Fucked up badly. And the stack of bills in his fist won’t likely help him make that money up at the tables.
And Violet Rose Gates?
I have more information on her, too.
The day after he left when I sent her flowers, she passed a test. She was a good girl, not taking the bait.
She sent me a text message Friday morning with a photo of her flowers.
She did not, however, send me the selfie I requested.
“Hi Killian. This is Violet Gates. I’m not much for selfies but wanted to thank you very much for the flowers. It was a lovely gesture. As you can see, they are beautiful. I’m very appreciative and I am smiling. Many thanks.
I’d expect most women who got flowers from me in a situation like hers would be all over making the most of the attention I was giving. I don’t know if Ray’s told her anything about me, but she knows I’ve got money by the car I drive, knows enough to know her loser boyfriend is working for me. And with her loser boyfriend being out of town, that selfie could’ve come in sexy or could’ve come in friendly, but instead, she opted out of sending me one because she probably thought it was inappropriate that I sent her flowers and corny poetry but didn’t want to encourage it, even though there was chemistry between us. And this said something to me about the kind of girl she was.
I knew by the way this girl looked at me in her apartment and in my car that there was chemistry. I also didn’t know by her actions if she only appeared to be stuck with a loser or if she, too, was a loser. Signs were pointing to her being the stuck one, though for three years? That doesn’t add up for me.
Why is she stuck? Does he have something on her? Why is she with him if she doesn’t want to be? She’s a catch and doesn’t need to worry about being alone if she doesn’t want to be.
I trust my gut - always - and it’s been telling me she needs help, but won’t likely ask for it.
Talking over sending him to Atlantic City, I asked if he had a local only plan. He did, so I told him to leave it behind and that I’d have a company phone waiting for him when he arrives. I sent him with enough cash for a cab to the hotel that we booked for him from the airport in Atlantic City. The phone thing was fortuitous; it gave me access to his calling records.
I noted he has not called her even once. There were zero incoming calls to that number from the Portland area while he was gone, meaning she didn’t call him, and he sent her only one text, on Tuesday. She replied and that was it. Signs point to this girl being ready to be done with him. And what about him not even contacting her? I’m thinking he’s giving her space, maybe, after a rough patch? It could also be that he doesn’t give two fucks about her and is just living it up. His regular phone pinged as still being in Portland the day after he left, so he had no other phone to call her with.
I ran a basic background check on her, and it came up squeaky clean. She’s from a good family and other than her finances and credit being in the shitter, there isn’t much else. No criminal record.
I’d called her job for a reference check on Friday afternoon and her boss was concerned that Violet was thinking of leaving. I fibbed and told her I was about to headhunt Violet, but that she hadn’t applied for a job. I tried to act like I might want to headhunt the boss, too, and she wasn’t interested. Loved her job. Violet was good at her job and they didn’t want to see her go.
So, Violet Gates is a bit of a mystery.
I messaged my buddy Dario for a private-eye recommendation a while back for a different matter and that hooked me up with Zack Jacobs Investigations. I use his services to follow Violet for the week and let me know as much as they can find out.
Zack’s employee Wes says Violet worked and went home Friday. She carried up a bunch of empty boxes after a suited guy at her office helped her load them in her car and tried to chat her up for a good while. She gave him a polite brush-off, then once home she did not leave her building even once all weekend. Wes said signs pointed to no one visiting her. At least not from outside the building.
Early this week, I got parking lot photos of her through a window in the building gym on the treadmill. She apparently uses it almost every day for an hour in the evenings. She visited the public library once, took long walks downtown alone twice, eating dinner out once. Again alone. She doesn’t go out for lunch at work. No outside smoke breaks. Not a smoker and evidently not a slacker. She worked late twice.
She was alone, other than when at work, from Friday until Wednesday night.
What gives, Violet Rose Gates? What are you all about?
9
Violet
Wednesday
It has been an interesting week without Ray.
I’ve had all kinds of me-time. Me-time that I desperately needed. I used it to pack his stuff, clean my apartment from top to bottom, practice some self-care (movies, homemade facials, doing a manicure and pedicure while watching some of my favorite cheesy movies), and mostly just trying desperately to get my head right.