CHAPTER 2
"This was your Grandma's dying wish Henry!"
"But not mine!" he coldly responded.
"Tiu Family also agreed to this, so whether you like it or not, she's going to be your fiancee!" sternly emphasized the old man as he walked out the door.
" Grandpa!"
"I'll let you choose when to meet her, just make sure to make it sooner," the old man's voice raised as he uttered the last word facing towards the door to exit.
His silhouette gradually leaved the office.
As usual the face of this young man didn't show any emotion as he watched the door where the shadow was gone by a minute and quietly returned his attention to the paper in his hands. Printed with the dates his Grandpa had given him.
"Sunday," he sighed as he unlively told his secretary, who was standing for minutes on the corner since his Grandpa entered his office.
He was reporting the details about his schedule this afternoon when the old man suddenly arrived.
"18th of September, on Sunday, I'll meet her," he clarified in an unlively tone while looking at his secretary who was yet to relate on what he said.
"Ah! yes sir," responded him as he got to his senses.
"Noted."
"I'll arranged it right away sir."
Then continued to do his report that was interrupted twenty minutes ago.
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"That's all for your schedule this afternoon sir."
Henry blankly dismissed him as soon as the schedule was presented.
"And Chris? Fifteen minutes, in my desk, the information about her," ordered him.
"Right away sir," and strode out the door.
Silenced filled the room after the secretary left him. The man was deep in thought, bothered by what the old man told.
He let out a sigh.
His eyes was fixed on the ceiling for about 5 minutes already. Then closing it as he freed himself at the thought of marriage.
The sound of the word itself was a noise to his ears, disliking it since he was 10 years old.
The past suddenly came back to him.
The incident that caused both his parents life.
As the images started to reform on his head he opened his eyes, immediately stand up and gone out of his office down to the basement where his car located.
He was well-known with the nick name "Ice Ceo" since he started working on his Grandpa's business because he used to emit coldness and emotionless expression to anyone in the building.
He barely smiled and rarely laughed. He usually wear his mask of emotionless. Which infact became a good trait to those girl employees in the building that admired him, fantasies about him and have admitted to be 'fallin for him'.
After thirty minutes of driving his car circling the city he decided to park outside "Gavin's Coffee Shop". He entered the said shop and spent his time inside to relieve his stress.
He ordered black coffee and strode up the second floor. Showing the area filled with green plants which was good for relaxation and finding fresh air to relieve some stress and passed some time. In this floor you can see the busy buses and people going back and forth the city but you'll be calmed by the vibrant of the plants that sorrounded you.
He spent more minutes relaxing on that area. A sudden vibration from his pocket disturbed his concentration on something he was deciding.
His secretary's name popped up on the screen. It took him seconds to decide whether to answer or decline but chooses to heard his queries after all.
"Coffee shop."
"Be there at 10."
And just like that he ended the call and ride back on his car and straight to his office.
A smiling girl wearing a black glass hiding her midnight black eyes and a cute pair of dimples on her cheek unfolded on his sight on a white short bond paper laying on his desk.
A sudden 'thud'on his heart make him feel uncomfortable. He, himself was surprised by the feeling. After calming down he disregard it and proceeded to dig for more information about her.
"Lily, Lily, Lily," the girls' name repeatedly echoed on his brain.
He felt like the name was familiar to him but can't remember who, what and when did he heard it. Except from his Grandpa tho.
Disregarding the thought once again, he put himself on a nap for his head was aching by answering the question he can't even tell if it's for real or only in his imagination.
"What is it all about?" wondered his inner self.