Fraine didn't have a good sleep. She was anxious all night as she wanted to give back the phone, but there was no way she would contact Zaijan to tell him!
Isn't she hiding from him? Also, she waited for that man to come back—until the shorthand of the clock hit four in the morning!
Fraine planned to stay in the hotel since the Dale Enterprise had already booked it until she would check out.
So, even though she would stay for the entire week and order many dishes and even how many bottles of liquor she drank, the Dale Enterprise would shoulder everything.
However, she was on a strict diet, and she had no hard drinks when she was in treatment. Besides, her stomach cannot bear any alcohol but sparkling juices.
Before she left the hotel, Fraine dropped by at the Lost and Found desk to turn over the cellphone.
"It was protected with a password. There are a few missed calls, so maybe you can ask this person to give back the phone to its owner."
The personnel assigned to the desk took the cellphone, scanned it, and pressed the TURN ON/OFF button. It displayed the calls and messages. The personnel got up from his seat and walked toward the Front Desk.
Fraine observes them from where she is seated. After a few minutes, the Lost and Found desk personnel came back. He reached the telephone receiver and dialed a particular contact.
"Good morning, sir! This is Shane from the Lost and Found Desk. I want to know if you lost a cellphone?"
The person on the other line replied, and Fraine had no way to hear it.
In fact, Fraine was nervous if the Lost and Found personnel were actually contacting the hotel suite where that guy stayed, and it turned out he was sharing a room with Zaijan!
Fraine was fidgety in her seat when the personnel hadn't finished talking to the person on the other line. She was here simply to hand over the cellphone, so she need not stay. But she was on hold until it returned the phone to its owner.
"Yes, sir. She was here."
Fraine was hesitant to take the telephone. But she has no excuse not to speak to the person on the other line. She carefully placed the receiver on her ear, but no word came out of her mouth.
"Hello?"
Fraine froze in her seat upon recognizing the voice on the other line. She was debating within herself what to answer because she truly didn't know what to say.
The personnel in front of her wrinkled his forehead when she wasn't talking yet.
"Yes…" At long last, her voice found a way to let out a muffled voice. Fraine is praying that Zaijan will not recognize her voice. Although she believes he has already forgotten about her, she still needs to ensure that their path will not cross again!
"Thank you for finding Rodney's phone. That guy is careless after being intoxicated."
'So, he went to the bar after he left my room? Then I just wasted my beauty sleep for nothing!' Fraine fretted while listening to Zaijan's explanation.
On the other line, Zaijan heaves a sigh after recalling what his assistant told him when he woke up this morning.
"Boss, Director Lopez was brought by his friends. He passed out drinking till morning!"
Zaijan did not understand why that guy drowned with liquor. 'Is he in love?'
Since last night, Rodney seemed distracted. Added to that was the pleasant fragrance on him that clearly was from a woman. 'Who is she?'
Zaijan was lost in thought, while Fraine was dying in nervousness. If only she knew that the man on the other line was not paying attention too much; indeed, she would feel at ease because she feared Zaijan would recognize her voice.
"Ahem! It is a small thing. Please claim it at the front desk, sir. Bye!" Fraine put back the telephone receiver without giving it to the personnel. The guy was dumbfounded by what she had done.
'Is she not know who that person is? He is the CEO of one of the largest corporations in Asia!' The Lost and Found personnel thought, now lost.
He hadn't come back to his senses yet, so Fraine stood on her feet and thanked the guy hurriedly.
"Thank you! Someone probably would come to get the cellphone!" Fraine smiled, then left in a hasty step without waiting for the personnel to react.
Meanwhile, Zaijan was a little surprised that when he came back to his senses, all he heard was the tone of the phone appearing the person on the other line had hung up the call.
'Is she not willing to get a reward for finding it?' Zaijan thought to himself.
"Harold, go to the Lost and Found Desk and get Rodney's cellphone."
The assistant went out instantly.
Rodney's cellphone contained a lot of sensitive information since he received important files via emails.
Zaijan felt overwhelmed thinking about that. If it falls into the wrong hands, he could not imagine what damage it would bring to their company and their private lives.
Recently, Rodney was assigned to investigate Vincent's mistress. If International media would hear about it, at least it would be intriguing enough as Vincent was recognized in Forbes Asia as one of the rising young businessmen and a member of the Billionaire circle.
Zaijan breathed with relief when Harold notified him that it was indeed Rodney's phone. He shook his head to clear his mind and shrugged off any thoughts at the moment.
'Women are sure a distraction.'
Somehow, he couldn't help muttering this to himself as he walked toward Rodney's bedroom. Just as he was in the door frame, his nose caught the pungent stench of alcohol filling the room.
'What's wrong with this guy?'
Zaijan reached for his forehead and rubbed it. He frowned when the guy was sweating a lot. He strode toward the bathroom to get a clean face towel and warm water.
The frown that was already on his face deepened when he found Rodney's dirt clothes on the sink.
'How did that guy survive his marine years?' Unlike him, he was organized and meticulous in his things. On the other hand, Rodney is the opposite, as he spoiled the guy.
Zaijan picked up the shirt to throw it in the laundry basket when he recognized it was the shirt Rodney wore yesterday, where it smelled like Vanda Sanderiana's scent.
Thinking about it, Zaijan finds himself sniffing Rodney's shirt, and he is not disappointed—a faint fragrance still lingering on the fabric.
'It's really her smell. These are the wild orchids she used to collect in the forest of South Island. Is she still visiting the place?'
Zaijan wondered, but then he dismissed the thought. If ever Fray stepped on the island again, someone would inform him right away.
However, so many years have passed, and she never came back.