And I wanted to know who killed my grandparents, is it my mother or father?
Gods, the thought of it just made my heartache. I shoved the glass on the table as I bit my lip to hold back my flooding emotions, and when I felt that I could not keep it inside, I clenched my hands under the table to form a fist. I have to grasp something. No, not publicly! My head disagrees with my action.
I shifted my gaze at the window; the woman in front looked robust and brave, yet at the same time, she was fooled by her own family. I hated that so much. If only I could hug my reflection because the problems nearly suffocated me; however, I am good at controlling it too. Finding out the root of the problem is the priority. Besides, I wanted to yell at my mother and father that the money they have now is because of my grandparents. They do not care much about me, but at the least, they should have put a little care or even respect with my dead grandparents.
My parents have always been the ones who dogged a deep hole in my heart. My friends? They called me for personal matters, but when I did the same, everyone responded, 'I am busy.' Seriously, I only have two friends—those who stayed honest and advised me to be nastier even though I am not and do not want to be one.
I could slowly feel that I was calming down, and at that moment, the waitress returned, bringing the menu.
She greeted me again with her charming smile; of course, it is normal for her to smile at me since I am not just any customer, my father is one of the highest sponsors, and he would want to show the world that he is powerful in terms of money. What else could he do to destroy those rivals effectively if he does not know how to move through every pawn piece? I do not even want to know.
I started reading the menu, choosing what I wanted to order for tonight's dinner. And I select vegetarian combos for now. As the waitress wrote down my order, my eyes scanned the surroundings. 'How long should I have to wait?'
"Would that be all, Miss?"
I looked back at the waitress and nodded gently with a bit of a smile.
"Thank you, and the dishes will be served in a bit." The waitress said before leaving me.
And then a man entered at the main door, wearing a light brown coat with a white turtle neck for his top. I forgot it was the wet season. But anyway, he looks like a lawyer, in my opinion. So if my guess is not wrong, he will be looking for me. I just have that gut feeling he is the so-called Nameless agent. Since the agent that works at my friend's company is undoubtedly one of those fraud systems but I dared to try. Besides, I am a risk taker; what other things should I be scared of? Death? No. Death is meant for everybody, with no exceptions. I am only frightened of nature's anger—especially thunderclaps.
I observed the movements of the man while I gazed at him. First, he gestured at the waiter; of course, he was asking something. Then he roamed his visions until our gazes met.
"What--" I mumbled as he nodded at me, not at the waiter. As if he knows I have read his mind for a minute.
He started walking toward me after he finished inquiring about the waiter.
Then I did my own thing. I looked away by rolling my eyes and returning to the view from outside the window.
I know he is sitting in the chair on the opposite side of the table because the table moved a little to the right side.
"Are you my client?" He spoke.
I raised my head to look at him clearly and respond b, but how would I know that I had lost a few words to say? He is more handsome than a newly groomed male puppy.
"Miss Owen? If I am wrong, tell me; I need to look for my client," He spoke again.
So, this is why he has many clients, as my friend told me. His calm voice, filled with a summer breeze, matched his light brown eyes. The reflection of the lights glittered in his eyes that dared me to talk back.
"Yes, I am Miss Owen, your client. And I bet you asked them already," I pointed the finger at the guard and the waiter keeping the main door in check.
He faintly smiled, "Observant. That is a first for my new client."
"Well, are you the Nameless agent?" I asked, whispering the last word. To ensure no one is closer, the range three meters away is eavesdropping.
"Miss Owen, you will give me a review, you will list down what you want to know and what you want me to do, as well as to make you undoubtful; if anything goes wrong, you can report me to your trusted lawyer. Please tell me if there are any adjustments to the schedule I sent you through texts and email. Besides, all the money that I will get come through you." His eyes were looking at me so deeply my breath was drowning secretly because of him.
He is an agent; I am the boss. No attraction is allowed.
"Or if you want another difficult way, I would be glad to take the challenge."
No way in hell that he is teasing me. This is work; I must not think something malicious out of his words. Calm down, Shreya. You are a woman with dignity.
I remained my hands calm as the decorated curtains; the heat rises up and I could feel my cheeks warmed up too. I assure myself not to be filled with mixed emotions, I am literally blushing in front of my agent. It felt wrong!