The next day, Duncan & Courtney met at the same cafe, where they were the other day.
"How long were we together before my accident?" Courtney asked while taking a sip of her raspberry flavoured water.
"Two years," Duncan replies while taking a sip of his coffee, no sugar, no cream. "Sixteen—to—eighteen."
"That long, huh?" Courtney really thought that her past-self must've really loved him. "How did we meet? Actually, how did we end up together?"
"It's probably for the best if I don't say that story, you have moved on," Duncan said. As much as he wanted to say how they met, it would be too much.
"There is something I wanted to ask," Duncan said. "What happened on the night of your accident?"
Courtney took another sip. "I—I can't remember what happened? All I can remember was that I awoke in a hospital, with my dad telling me that I was hit by a car."
"Were you driving?"
"I don't know ... my dad would not tell me, or the stuff at the hospital either."
And I know why, Duncan thought. "That is strange, indeed." He didn't want to tell Courtney the truth ... not right now.
"I'm sorry for what put you through," Courtney said. "Talking to you really helped me a lot, for the answers I've been looking." She look at the time. "I need to head back to work."
"Of course," Duncan said. "Anything to help you, Courtney."
They both went their own ways, back to their jobs.
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When Courtney walked into her office, she notice a familiar face. "How did you get through my secretary ... dad."
"I own this building, so they better let me in," her dad said. "I wouldn't be here if you didn't keep hanging up on my calls."
Courtney sat down at her desk. "I'm working, dad."
"Oh, really? Then tell me where you were the last hour?"
Of course Courtney can't exactly say where she was. "I had lunch with Bridgette, dad. Can you leave."
"Not until you agree to the dinner party tonight, it will be good for your career."
Just as Courtney was about to answer, Bridgette knocked at the door. "Is this a bad time?"
"No, come in," Courtney said.
"I'm surprise you're here, even though you two met up for lunch," Mr Davis said.
"Lunc—of course, Mr Davis, I forgot to discuss something with her." It was hard to pass a lie to her father.
"Carry on," Mr Davis said. "I will see you and John tonight." And left the office.
"Thank you ..." Courtney leaned back at her chair, sighing.
"What's going on?" Bridgette ask.
"Okay, I met up with Duncan."
"You met up with him ... again?"
"Yes, Bridgette, I met up with him," Courtney said. "And, before you say anything, I asked him if he wanted to talk with me."
"I'm sorry," Bridgette says as she sat down. "So what happened?"
"It's so wired that when I talk to him, I don't feel disgusted? That could probably be from knowing him, before I lost my memory."
"I see ... do you think that you're digging yourself into this graves a little bit further?"
"I need to know, Bridgette. I need to understand why this is happening."
"I understand," Bridgette said. "Just ... be careful."
"I will," Courtney said, biting her lip. "I have work to do ... we'll talk later, okay."
"I understand." Bridgette got up. "I'm sorry for bothering you." And walked out of Courtney's office
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The following evening, Courtney showed up to her fathers house, with a evening gown. "I don't want to do this."
But, John wrapped his arms over her shoulders. "Just for a couple of hours, then we'll go."
Before they could knock, the maid open the door. "Welcome, Ms Davis."
The two of them stepped inside, and were guided to the living room, where Courtney's father was standing among his colleagues.
"Courtney," her dad greeted her. "I'd like you to meet Mr Mackson. He is the head director of the landscaping of the building I've bought."
"Very nice to meet you, sir." Country shake his hand. "Excuse me." Courtney slipped away, but her dad followed her.
"That was very rude of you," her dad said, keeping his tone quiet, but you can still feel the anger.
"Why did you introduce him to me." Courtney turned around.
Her dad looked at her for a few moments before finally admitting, "I was waiting until the deal was done, but the building is for your firm."
"I—what." Courtney couldn't resigner that in her mind. "Dad, I didn't ask for you to buy me one."
"Think of it as an investment."
Before Courtney could say anything, the house maid rushed towards them. "I'm sorry, Ms Davis, but your friend Bridgette is on the phone. She said it's an emergency."
"Tell her to call someone else," Mr Davis said.
"Dad." Courtney looked at him before taking the phone. "Excuse me," she said to both her dad and the maid and walked towards the hallway, away from the gathering.
"Bridgette," Courtney said. "What's wrong."
"Geoff called me... he told me that Duncan been arrested for assaulting someone," Bridgette said in a panicked voice. "The thing... he didn't do anything, Courtney. He was with me when Geoff and I were out and someone jumped him and arrested him instead of the other person. I'm at the station right now."
"Text me the station he is in. Tell Duncan to not say anything." Courtney hanged up.
"Is something wrong," John said.
"Bridgette boyfriend best friend got arrested, and she asked me to bail him out." Courtney turned around. "You can stay here, I will go and call a cab."
"I'll drive you," John said, stopping Courtney.
"No, John, it's okay..."
"If Bridgette is calling you about this, then it's important to you. Let's go."
Both Courtney and John left the mansion before anyone else could notice.