Ryan
What the hell is wrong with her? I can't believe she's deliberately not taking my calls. Aftet what happened a few nights ago, she needs to answer my questions.
I have to know if she's been lying to me, for the past four years of our marriage. I gave her more, because she had nothing — no family, no place to call home. And this is how she repays me? After everything I have done for her?
I can't even reach out to her, I don't know who is watching. I wouldn't want to put her into danger. She should also know someone is out there to get her and she should be careful of the people she interacts with.
"Boss I think you have to calm down." I heard, turning to see my personal assistant, I frowned. "There's no way that woman is Emily. Just because their names are the same doesn't mean she's the one."
He's adamant that she isn't Emily. But I am not a fool, I know the woman I married, even if we weren't together throughout our marriage. The way she talks, the way she smiles, it says a lot.
"If you have nothing useful to say, don't intervene. She's Emily and I don't need you to believe it."
The night of the banquet, I couldn't believe she was the one. But seeing how things turned out, I don't need anyone to tell me she's the one.
"How about you go to her instead? If you want to meet her, I can help you set up a meeting."
I quickly looked in his direction, is he serious?she knows he's my assistant, I am sure she would turn down the offer if he comes in person.
"I don't want you to mess this up, you can't do it. You are my assistant. There's no way she will agree to meet you."
It was a good idea, but I knew it wouldn't work.
"How about I give it a try? If it doesn't work, I won't push further."
"Alright." I sighed. "Go ahead, but be careful. I don't want things to get more complicated than they already are."
A knock on the door drew our attention. My assistant motioned for the person to enter. As the door swung open, my secretary walked in, carrying a parcel I don't remember will arrive.
"Boss, you have a parcel. A dispatch rider brought it in few minutes ago." My secretary announced.
"I am not expecting anything. What do you mean a dispatch rider? Jasper, get it from her."
He nodded and took the parcel from her as she turned to leave the office. Jasper hesitated, staring at me with a puzzled expression.
I was just as confused. I didn't recall ordering anything. Even if I had, it wouldn't be delivered to me directly—Jasper would normally recieve it in his name.
"What should we do, Boss? Should I open it?" I nodded, watching him carefully as she tried to open the parcel.
He pulled out the first box and immediately dumped it in the waste bin. Only a small box remained. As he proceeded to open it, his face changed, and suddenly, he dropped the box to the ground.
"Shit!" He jolted back, his heart beating so loudly I could hear it.
"What is it?" I asked, quickly arising my chair and fixing my gaze on him.
I walked into the box, as I peered inside the box, I recoiled it. It contained two finger nails, covered in blood, alongside a note.
There's no way I was dealing with this parcel again. It happened four years ago, and now, and even after the divorce, I was facing it once more.
"What do we do? You can't touch it with your bare hands, it could be infected with disease." Jasper sounded agitated.
I paused, thinking of what next to do.
"Get me a glove, I will use it and check myself." He walked out of the office rushing, and soon turned and handed gloves to me.
I put them on my hands, and picked up the note and read it.
'This is my last message to you. I won't send further messages as long as the two of you don't see each other.'
The thought of what the sender might be planning, made me laugh; I couldn't believe he was such a fool and too cowardly to show himself.
"Boss, what does it say?" Jasper diverted my attention.
"It's a threat message, as usual. He won't send anything else as long as I don't get in touch with Emily."
"You should stay away, until you find out who is behind this. If you continue, we don't know what might happen."
I reached for the parcel, picked it up, and placed it back in the packed before handing it to him.
"Don't tell me what to do, I am your boss. I want you to keep this safe Untill I request it."
He quickly slipped on a pair of gloves, took the parcel from me, and walked out of the office.
As I returned to my seat, the door swung open suddenly, making me look up in suprise. My mother and sister stepped into the room. My mother wore a condescending look on her face that could kill if you stared at her for too long. From her attire to her expression, she exudes an air of authority.
"Why the hell haven't you been picking up my calls?"
As always, there was no day she spoke calmly.
"Is that the reason for you to barge into my office without knocking?" This is an office space, mother, not your mansion."
"Don't talk to mother like that…" my sister tried to intervene, but I shot her a deadly stare, cutting her off.
It was enough to warm her not to say another word if she would rather not see the other side of me. She had inherited my mother's bad influence, so I couldn't entirely blame her.
I walked to my desk, took my seat, and crossed my arms, watching as my mother clenched her fists, trying to control her anger. I didn't need anyone to remind me that she had a hot temperament.
To my suprise, she was calm, simply staring at me. If I wasn't her son, she would hit me.
"Okay! If you don't have anything to say, you can leave now. I have a lot of work to do." I said turning my attention back to my tasks.
"Don't talk to me that way, I am your mother. You have no right to ignore my calls."
"I am sorry I ignored, I have been busy with work. I was planning to come see you today."
"What I heard is it true? Is she an heiress?"
I wasn't expecting that question, I was sure that wasn't why she had come. Perhaps I was wrong.
"Why hasn't she been picking up my calls?" She can't steal our money and pretend like nothing happened. I will expose her to the world."
"Mother, that is not possible. No one will believe that. She's the heiress to the Empire Company." My sister interjected.
"If you don't want to get yourself into trouble, I hope you listen to your daughter. She's not someone you can deal with lightly."
"Oh my goodness, does that mean she's going to get back at us for everything we have done to her?"
I halted, looking up at her. "What are you talking about? What do you mean, get back at you?"
"You stupid girl, let's get out of here." My mother held her hands, dragging her out, without getting my answers.
What do they mean by that? Is there more that I did not know? Is she talking about the dishes? Emily said she was the one who volunteered to help, whenever the house help was away.
Did she lie to me? I can't believe she did not utter a word. I know mother can be disgusting when you are a nobody.