***Kyle***
Cindy had relocated to New York City! She had been right under my nose all this while and I had no idea. I smiled sheepishly as I imagined what meeting her would feel like. I couldn't contain my excitement. I thanked the lady Alexa had referred me to countless times, and offered to pay her, but she rejected the offer.
Pleased enough, I called my private investigator to inform him of the new development. He picked up and told me that he was out of town for a few days and that he would resume his search as soon as he came back. There was no time to waste. I had just found out that the girl who had caused me sleepless nights for a long time was in the same city as me.
I couldn't bear to wait for a couple of days, so I called Bill to inform him of my findings. "I would be needing a new private investigator," I added, explaining that I could not wait another second to look for Cindy. Bill detected the anxiousness in my voice and promised to get another private investigator who was just as capable as the first.
I thanked him before hanging up. I forgot all about getting information about the newly employed staff that had resumed, and how her first day was. My first worry —finding Cindy— had made good headway, so I was in the right frame of mind to ask Bill how everything went at the company. Bill informed me that everything had gone smoothly, but he thought my mother was not completely satisfied with her.
Typical Olivia Preston! I wasn't surprised at what Bill had told me. First, my mother would employ a staff, and then have problems with them just after they resume work. How was that even possible? Why employ someone you don't like or someone who is not as competent as you would like? I thanked Bill again for his time as the call ended.
I waited patiently for Bill's call, to inform me that he had gotten another investigator. It wasn't long before my phone started to ring. I checked to see that it was my mother calling instead. "You would not believe what that little incompetence of a lady did," my mother began. I was not in the mood for any of her rants, but I had to give her the attention she wanted.
"Who are you talking about, Mom," I asked, feigning ignorance. Bill had told me a little bit of what had happened, but I acted like I knew nothing about it. "It's the new staff, Kyle. She tripped and all of my expensive mugs came crashing on the floor," she explained, still feeling angry and disgusted. "How can she be so clumsy and clueless?"
"I'm sorry about this new employee, Mom. You will have to deal with her one way or the other since you employed her," I said in return. I wasn't going to sit all day listening to Mom vent her spleen. I had other business to take care of, and looking for Cindy was my top priority. I apologized on the new employee's behalf so that my mother could let me be.
After the call, I called Bill to ask if he had made any improvement, but he hadn't. I decided to give it a little rest while I checked her social media page. Cindy had still not replied to my messages. I checked her last post again, but she did not say anything about relocating. She seemed like she did not enjoy putting her life out there for people to see. How nice!
I checked Alexa's social media profile and saw nothing about relocating. I hoped in my heart that I had gotten the right information about Cindy's moving to New York City. I was ready to try for as long as possible. Bill's call came in after a few minutes, telling me that he had gotten another private investigator. Perfect!
I gave him the go-ahead to call the number and act in my stead as if he were the one in search of Cindy. Bill did accordingly and got back to me. The private investigator had assured him that he would get something tangible in the next couple of hours.
Hours? I was shocked to hear that I would be getting good feedback in hours not days. I was satisfied with the private investigator and I commended Bill for his effort. As soon as I ended the call, my mother's call came in. What was wrong this time?
I picked up and immediately, I heard her go on and on over the phone, how disappointed she was in herself for employing an incompetent person. "She brought sketches that are below our standard son. Who does that?"
"Mom give her a little more time, will you? She just started and has not gotten acclimated to our style yet," I advised my mother, who wouldn't even listen to me. "If only you were here Kyle, things would not happen the way they do. These people must be lucky I wasn't their CEO because I'm not sure if I would deal with any of their gutter behaviors!" my mother retorted.
There were a lot of things my mother would have established that would have been unfair to the general welfare of the staff that worked for my company, but I intervened in a lot of things. My mother had even asked that I give a part of my company to her, but I wasn't ready to go down that lane, not in my wildest dreams.
Bill's call interrupted, and I promised my mother to give her a call back. "Talk to me, Bill. What's going on?" I asked almost immediately after picking up the call.
"He has found her, sir," Bill said excitedly. "Found who?" I managed to ask, making sure that I had heard right.
"Cindy, sir. The private investigator has found Cindy."
That was fast. I had imagined that the search for Cindy would take longer than it did. "Wait a second, this is not a dream, is it?" I asked Bill.
"It's not, sir," he replied assuringly.
I pinched myself to be sure that I wasn't dreaming like the last time. I wasn't!
Cindy has been found!!