It was the weekend and the gala party will be held on a Sunday. It was not a problem or a thing however the thought of her mom staying all alone brought tears to her eyes while packing her clothes into the suitcase.
Everything needs to go according to her plan, which wasn't. She slid down the floor of her room. She had gone home to pack her things with mason's permission. She was using her heart and not her head to think and this will be a big problem. She knew it. Tears threatened her eyelids to fall but she blinked them back.
Her eyes moved around the room in search of her bag where her phone was. She needed to act fast before he finds out about the reason why she had started working as his secretary. Nothing good was going to come out from getting caught irrespective of whatever pull of electric they were having.
She found her bag right after standing up and striding to the living room where she saw it on the floor by the settee. She pulled her phone out and skimmed through her contacts in search of one number. A number she had taken from her father's journal, knowing it would be useful on this quest of hers.
She tapped the number and it went to voicemail, she tapped it again, this time a groggy voice resounded from the other side, like he was just waking up now. That was not her business though, she was here for business. "Hello"
"Who is this?" He yawned.
Silence.
She didn't know what to say to him. Taking the number from one of her father's personal journal, she'd forgotten what she would say if she ever get to meet or hear from him.
"Harold's daughter"
Silence—only the sound of hard breathing or something like shuffling, seems he stood up finally from the bed after hearing the name Harold.
"And to what do I owe this call?"
"Let's meet up" she can't just tell him "oh I saw your number in one of my dad's journal and I want you to help me since you've always helped my father" that would be absurd. They had to meet somewhere, a place where eyes and ears probably won't see them. Anywhere not close to mason and for someone powerful like him—his lackeys also.
He chuckled dryly, it vibrated her phone. She felt it, that laugh was not of derision but of I don't deal with kids girl "do you know who really, you're talking to?" That was not hubris but the wrong number girl, put that number back into your father's journal.
"Detective Timothy, Tim for short. Working as a secret agent and private investigator for top politicians and government agencies, private high class clients and with the… mafias if I'm correct" she enunciated every word. She had done her research on him. That was a thing about her father, like he knew she would need it one day and spelt everything out although it wasn't in the same book but she had carefully looked through every nook and cranny to find a thing about him.
"Isn't that who you are?" seems cat cut his tongue "I have a business proposal—"
"I don't do business with kids girl" finally he said it "I might have worked and done a business or two with your father but that never meant I could do business with his kid"
She was not a kid, she was a woman. Ok leave the part of virginity but still she can birth a child!, that makes her a woman and of legal age to marry. She was an adult.
"I'm not a kid, Mr Timothy. I'm going on a business trip with my boss, will talk and elaborate more on where we could meet when I return. I just wanted to give you a heads up" with that she hung up, breathing down hard.
Two missions went down. She didn't care whatever he thought of her rudeness but she was going to succeed in this plan of hers, no matter what or who tried to stop her.
She had applied as a secretary and got employed.
Got in contact with a private investigator that is ready to dig out every dirty little secret of the Quinn's.
A sardonic and non-humorous laugh escaped from her lips but cut short from the beep that came from her phone. Lifting it to her face, the number of her mom's private nurse flashed again, they never called her but whenever they did…
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"Where is she?" She yelled at the nurse, she had rushed from her home not caring about her appearance but the last piece of her family. Her mom was her life, tears slipped from her eyes, she didn't stop them this time.
"You have to calm down mitchelle…she—" the nurse looked away, mitchelle moved to her hands on her shoulders ready to shake her but then again a voice echoed through the hall.
"Ward 20 is getting out of control, what should we do?" That was her mother's ward. She pulled her hand away and rushed to the direction of her mother's room and what welcomed her was never what she intended ever to see.