The morning light filtered through the wide windows, its rays scattering into brilliant strips of color across the room.
Jessica’s phone blared into the quiet, dragging her from a restless slumber.
She stirred, groaning softly, and groped across the nightstand until her fingers found the device. Before she could swipe, the call ended.
She exhaled, long and tired, and collapsed back onto the pillows, one hand cradling her aching forehead. Her eyes were rimd with redness.
The night had been restless. Several hours of brutal tossing and turning, the weight of too many thoughts pressed her down till the early hours of the morning.
Her head spun as she ntally drew up a schedule for herself.
Visit the hospital.
Check on Lady Matilda.
Take a trip to the Santiago Group.
Take a trip to check the group’s quarter review.
Get so designs ready to et people’s orders.
She sighed as the list seed endless.
Tapping lightly on her phone, she whispered to herself, "He should have arrived by now."
With a swift dial, she tried Davis’ number, but it didn’t connect. She dropped a quick text. Just as she set the phone down, it buzzed again.
The ssage was from a subordinate at the Group:
There is a board eting this morning.
"eting?" Jessica muttered, brows furrowing.
Before Davis left, they had gone over the itinerary together. All formal etings had been cleared.
And certain matters that might need his attention had been put on hold.
"Who scheduled the eting?" she asked when she called back.
"The vice president, Vera."
Jessica’s lips curved into a cold smile. "Vera?"
"Yes. It’s slated for nine o’clock. According to her mo, it’s urgent."
"Fine. Keep updated if there are changes."
"That’s okay. If there is any change, inform ."
Dropping the call, Jessica’s brow furrowed harder as she thought of the possible reasons why Vera should be scheduling a eting.
"Vera, I really hope you don’t push my buttons. Davis might have left the country, but I am still very much in the country to witness your moves," she murmured.
She glanced at the clock again, the clock read just past eight. "One hour. That’s great."
She left the bed hoping to get herself ready when her phone buzzed again. The number looked both familiar and unfamiliar.
With a swipe across the phone she picked. "Hello ma’am," a cold, emotionless voice greeted.
"Hello," she replied.
Her brain cells doing a quick marathon to place the voice amongst the few contacts she had, but there’s none.
"I tried to reach the president on phone, but the contact was off," he reported.
At the sentence, Jessica’s brow furrowed with realization. "Assistant Luke," she greeted, her voice soft and warm.
"Yes," he answered in affirmation.
"He left for the summit on a last-minute decision. Is there sothing you can’t handle yourself?" she asked, studying the edges of his voice, probing.
She really wanted to find out the state of this man’s heart.
The first ti she assessed him, she was certain she was capable of running a company as large as the Allen Group.
Calling her at this mont wasn’t strictly to find out about Davis’ trip.
Her guess was clear. He must have known Davis had travelled the mont he set out.
"I ca to work this morning and found out the vice president had just scheduled a eting with the board mbers. I thought it best to confirm with the president."
he reported truthfully.
"He didn’t schedule any eting or give instructions for any before he left," Jessica said.
"Alright," ca his prompt reply. He paused briefly. "Will you be attending in his stead?" he asked, as though contemplating.
"Not certain. I have an appointnt this morning. If necessary, you’ll let know,"she answered.
"Alright," he said, and the call ended with a beep.
Jessica stared at the phone in her hand, her lips curled up lightly.
"So, you’re testing the waters too," she whispered.
With a quiet chuckle, she tossed the phone onto the bed and strode into the bathroom.
A few minutes to the hour of nine, Jessica strode to the dining hall, a lavish breakfast already waiting for her.
After her al and the usual banter with Deborah, Jessica strode to the car already waiting for her.
At the Allen Group
Luke Norman set his phone on the table, fingers drumming in a steady rhythm.
Files lay scattered before him, remnants of last night’s work. His gaze lingered on two nas scrawled in the margins of his notes.
"Sylas. Siri," he murmured.
"Who was Sylas? Who was Siri?" he murmured.
The weight of mory pressed on him. After the recollection of the past events last night, a series of questions tugged at his heartstrings.
He couldn’t help the thought that his focus had been wrong, and the missing variable to the truth and revenge he sought seed to lie in the hands of these nas.
The kind-hearted Siri and the cold-hearted Sylas.
Why had Siri stopped visiting the orphanage without any warning?
Why is there a record of compensation paid for the accident when there is nothing we received?
Who had benefitted more from that disaster?
The Louis family?
The Allen family?
What was the exact place of the Louis family in this ga?
From the report so far, the Louis family wanted the highest stake in the Allen family.
While he only sought revenge for his parents’ lives, yet sothing didn’t add up.
Now, Vera called a eting of the board mbers while Davis was unaware and far away at a summit.
What role would his wife play at this mont?
He sighed deeply. "It’s getting complicated. I guess I have to keep my fingers crossed and see how things unfold," he murmured.
He picked up another file on the table with a clear and bold inscription "Alpha Project" written on it.
He tapped it lightly. "Davis Allen, what do you plan to uncover from this file?"
"Why did you want investigating it?"
"Maybe it will have a link to the eting today," he mused.
Just then, his phone rang again. He glanced at the ID, his brow furrowed as he answered.
"Sir, Vera just left the Louis family and seems to be heading to the Allen Group."
"Alright," he clipped and ended the call. He returned several of the files to his drawer and pushed it closed.
He had to get ready for this eting, and as the assistant, he would be in attendance to witness this brewing storm.
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