Morning...
Rubben walked back into his office with great annoyance after coming back from inspection of resturant.
"You could have just warned them, going to HR was a bit too much." Serene said in convinced tone.
"Once there is a hiccup or two, the whole system can come down in a second. You have to get it right from the start." Rubben turned to Serene and glared daggers at her.
"Okay, I understand". Serene said as she placed a document on his table. "What is it?" Rubben asked in dull tone.
"The California remittance case" Serene replied. Rubben paused for a second and stutters out, "That... California...?"
"Have you forgotten about it? The private detective for the watch thief." Serene stared at him intensely with disbelief eyes.
"California...." He crossed his hand and looked at her, with his brows cocked.
"I can't read your minds, Sir. If you are going to approve it, please sign." Serene said with a superficial smile.
"No, Let's just forget about it!" Rubben replied flatly.
"Why?" Serene popped her eyes out of her sockets when she heard him. "Ten days before, he was pressuring her like hell to find but now he wants to simply forget about it".
"Are you sure?" Serene asked with uncertainty. "That watch worth hundreds of dollars!" Serene mutters aubidly.
"It's not in our country, I'll be just wasting money trying to find it. Tell the private investigator of California to drop it" Rubben told her in a serious tone, making Serene to eye him wickedly.
"How can I tell him to quit after giving him so much money?" Serene asked in stupefaction.
"Forget it! What's next?" Rubben frowned.
Serene pursed her lips engrossing in deep thoughts for a second and said, "Sir! Should I called Interpol?"
"Interpol..?"
"She could be international criminal. With those people you have to put them in jail and make them...
"I said, Drop it!" Rubben yelled out in frustration. "You're so heartless...What? Jail!" Rubben Snickered.
"What? Who's calling who heartless?" Serene rolled her eyes inwardly.
"He's never the type to quit. Something is there or Is he really fall for that woman?". Serene mutters curiously after stepping out from his office.
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Dandon group....
(Jisonia--Sui:: childhood name)
"So, he is the one who paid the debts for the gallery?" Prithib bellowed an amused smile.
"Yes Sir," Secretary replied responsively.
"His name is Sel Rubben. He's from a big restaurant franchise and he's the director there but he practically manages the company, Yours B" Secretary explained.
"That's all" Prithib asked irritatedly.
"Even though Yours B was a company but he's a nouveau riche who started from a market place. The same goes for his father and his stepmother and his stepbrother." Secretary continued.
"So, they are just low money hunger individuals." Prithib smirked.
"Still, Don't think of interfering him." Loren said, munching on his apple. "After he get his money, he'll get out of her hair. There's nothing to worry!" Loren added with in calm tone.
"He's oddly annoying me. Why would he take the risk of paying the debts? Is he trying to seduced Sui?" Prithib drawled.
"Calm down! My friend." Loren laughed out and said, "He may be ignorant but I'm sure he knows better than that. See... Sui is now nothing, just like a kite without tail" Loren said amid laughter, making Prithib glare at him.
"What I mean is...Sui will be yours and the gallery will be mine" Loren added with a happy broad smile.
"But he is distrubing the plan." Prithib grumbled. "Loren, Try to approach Yours B and check whether they are handful or not." Prithib said in command tone.
"As your wish but Prithib....Loren knitted his brows and continued, "Even for a seconds, don't distract because of Sui. You know it already it's a win-win condition."
"Shut up! You aren't the one who should adviced me". Prithib growled.
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"Please, take care of the house." Jisonia said handing the keys. Stepping out of the her house, Jisonia turned to look at the place where all her memories with her father was tied there.
"God, Please help me so that, I can be in this house again" Jisonia prayed in her heart, her tears began to pool in her eyes, but she blinked them back in.
In botique...
"Since you have distinct features this jacket will be perfect for you." The receptionist brings out some trendy jacket.
"Not this one! Bring more luxurious and dignified one." Rubben pointed out.
"Welcome!" Another receptionist greeted the customers who was on the entrance door.
"What the ..!" Rubben gasped when his gaze fell on the lady who entered the botique. He immediately bent down to hide himself.
Jisonia step out from the botique with a heavy smile and then hailed down a taxi and plopped down on the sit, before realizing she had nowhere to go.
Now, She was infront of restaurant near the gallery where she and father used to have a late night snack. She was drawing herself to all the memories that she didn't notice someone was following her.
Jisonia took a deep breath before she stepped inside. She didn't know when her eyes turned teary as she again thought about her father.