An- It's about this time that I actually read back e story n I realised I made a mistake abt Jesse's grandmother. I mentioned in e 1st chpt that she was his maternal grandma…unfortunately…she become his paternal grandma as e story progressed…it was unintentional. I apologise for that blunder of mine. So therefore...let me say once n for all that she was his paternal grandmother coz then it fits e rest of e story…erm,yeah. Shout outs to melodie n LipsRecord for the beta-ing! Thank you so much for the kind reviews u guys. The guilt keep me up at night and this was e result.
Disclaimer : (sighs) Do we have to go through this, again? Please….it's not mine. Only e twisted plot is mine...unfortunately.
Betrayals
Chpt 7: And It Slowly Unravel Itself
By aniki19
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The door of the office opened swiftly and startled the pretty little thing typing by her desk. She looked up just in time to see the younger Mr Kilmartin walked past her desk ,turned his head left to give her a nod and a slight smile before making his way out through the main door. Gosh, she thought, he's gorgeous. There's no wonder exactly where he gets his good looks from then.
Snapping out of her reverie, she gave herself a shake of her head and went back to do her work; but not before giving out a small sigh. Five minutes later, Mr Mitchell made his way out from his office and paused by her desk. She stopped what she was doing and looked up expectantly at her employer.
"Yes, Mr Mitchell, sir?" She enquired.
"Ah, Ms Stepford, good, you're still here. I thought you went back already." He gave a slight chuckle.
"Not yet sir, just tying up a few things before the week ends"
"I should have known. Anyway, could you do me a favour and zap these for me." He opened his black briefcase and pull out a folder from the recesses of the case. " I have to rush for a meeting with a client and I'm already running late as it is."
He paused, seemingly contemplating something.
"Make four copies of the document and have one copy faxed to my home office and please put the remainders on my desk."
He closed his briefcase with a sharp click and made his way to the exit. "I need those by 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."
"Alright, sir. I'll have them ready for you by then." She took the document file putting it to her right on her table. "Good bye Mr Mitchell."
As he put his hand on the doorknob, he turned and look back at his secretary. "And Ms Stanford, please go home after you zapped those…it's a Friday." He said sympathetically. " I'll see you on Monday."
The door closed with a click.
Rolling her eyes, Tiffany mimicked her boss. "It's a Friday, he says." She continued typing more furiously than she intended. "Go home, he says." There goes another piece of paper in the trash. Good aiming, Tiff. "How do you expect me to go home when you keep piling up my work!" She sighed in exasperation.
Finishing, she set about packing up and was about to leave when she remembered the documents that needed photocopying. Clenching her fist in silent agony, she took the offending material and went to the copier room down the hall.
Opening the envelope, she put the paper into the feeder and pressed the 'copy' button four times. As the first few copies made it's way out of the copier, Tiffany thought she saw the Kilmartin name on the paper. Her curiosity piqued, she took a copy and flipped through.
With a quiet gasp, she quickly made her way back to her desk, searching frantically through her purse for her mobile but not before pressing the 'copy' button one last time. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she scrolled down the names till a familiar one popped up on the small LCD screen and pressed 'dial'.
"Hey sweetie, I've got something that might be of interest to you. Why don't we meet up for dinner later?"
A pause as she listens to the reply.
"Oh, I'm positive you would want to have this in your hands as soon as possible. The usual place? At seven? Alright, I'll see you then. Bye honey."
By the time he arrived back at the mansion, it was early evening and the wake was nearly over. The throngs of people whom he saw at the funeral were all gone, having dwindled down to a few he hardly knew at all. He walked slowly across the big hall where the reception was --- tastefully decorated by the caterer, he noted sourly---occasionally getting stopped by sad, solemn faces shaking his hand, offering condolences and getting emotional hugs from ladies he tried to recognise half-heartedly.
As he reached the stairs, he paused, looking around for a familiar figure.
"Jasper, have you seen Noah around?"
"No sir," Jasper looked a bit bewildered as though the thought had just occurred to him. "He left about half an hour ago. Said he had an urgent meeting with an acquaintance. He did told me not to stay up for him"
Hmm, that's weird. "Do you know where he went to?" He said out loud with a tired sigh.
"Alas, he didn't mentioned it to me, sir. Are you retiring for the night, Master Jesse?" A nod. "Very well then, sir. Have a good night."
"I'll try, Jasper" He smiled sadly before making his way up the stairs. He had a lot of thinking to do before the day is over.
At a darken corner of a gourmet restaurant sat a lone gentlemen with a glass of cognac on the table. Having bribed the head waiter for 'inconveniently troubling him for a late table', he was waiting --- rather impatiently --- for his companion to join him for dinner.
He did not have to wait long for ten minutes later a lady was lead to his table by the waiter. He nodded his thanks to the waiter.
"Hey, baby." The gentleman stood up upon her arrival and gave her a peck on the cheek before she sat down. "Missed me?" She flashed her dimples at him.
"It's about time. Do you have any idea what risks I've taken just to come here and be seen with you?" The man seemed a bit annoyed at her. He hated these 'meetings', the ones without prior engagement. They put such a dampen on his mood and plans.
"Oh come on already," Tiffany pouts. "It's been a while, hasn't it, Noah? You don't want to see me since you don't need me anymore. Still, I've some information that I think you should know." She smiled mysteriously.
"But first," She waved to the waiter before Noah could stop her. "Let's have dinner. I'm starving."
Back at sanctuary, it was late at night when Adam finally got back to the privacy of his room. He saw a blinking red light on his computer screen, realising he has a video message. He typed his password and a sombre Jesse popped out on his screen.
"Hey Adam, it's me, Jesse. I've no idea where you guys are so I'm leaving this message. I'm gonna be staying here for a while. There's a lot of loose ends to tie around here, plus they're having the will reading tomorrow. Once I've tied everything up, don't worry, I'll be back. I know you guys can't function without me." He gave a sad smile. "And Adam," Here Jesse paused, as if he had more to say but somehow whatever it was he didn't say it. "Take care of yourself. Sent my regards to the others. Jesse out."
And just like that, Adam was left with a blank screen.
They were well into the second course of the meal when the anticipation got the better of him. He has yet to touched his food, choosing instead to down his drink, all the while staring at his companion while she ate heartily at his disposal.
"Well, spit it out already, Tiffany, I don't have time for games. I'm supposed to be at my own mother's wake as we speak right now." Noah was getting agitated with her antics.
Tiffany took a sip of wine, swallowed her food, and sighed. "Very well, I guess I've toyed with you long enough." She opened her briefcase and passed the copy of the revised will to Noah. Just as he was about to take it out of her hands, she took it back. "But of course, there is a price for this little information I'm providing. I could get in a lot of trouble for this, maybe even fired." She looked at him suggestively before handing him the offended material.
With a glare that spoke volume, Noah snatched the copy and quickly scanned through the paper. His face ashen visibly, but he gain his composure by the time he looked up at her. "You've outdone yourself, Tiffany. This is good. Why don't you finish your dinner and we can go back to my apartment to discuss about your 'price'." He added almost as an after thought.
She smiled; showing him the dimples that were the reason why he liked her so much, once upon a time.
"I'm glad you've seen it my way, more wine?"
One agonizing hour later at a nondescript building in the middle of nowhere, Noah was busy bending down to open a safe situated under his desk. Sitting opposite him, with legs crossed elegantly together was Tiffany, waiting for her 'reward'.
He straighten himself. "You always drive a hard bargain, Tiffany." He gave her a cool smile. "And I could never refuse you then and I guess I couldn't now either."
He pointed a gun with a silencer at her.
Big, brown eyes widening instantly, she tried to bargain. "Now Noah, you can't do this. I… I've always been good to you. I still love you for god's sake!" She stood up, panic now evident on her pretty face, hands out front in a plea for mercy.
"Please, Noah, don't do this," She started to kneel. "I'm sorry I even asked for a reward, my love. I'm so sorry. Please, don't do this. I don't want to die!"
"You're simply pathetic; do you know that, Tiffany?" A shake of his head. "Pathetic."
Beep, beep.
"Harrison." A pause.
"No, I've changed my mind. I'm not paying you the money anymore. I've got something even better." Noah smiled sinisterly. "Oh, I know you will like this offer very much."
"You can have my son."
(runs away to hide from thrown rotten tomatoes) o.k…I know, I know. It's been close to a year since I've updated n I have no idea how many people are even gonna still read this but yeah…this is it…the next chpt…yup. I'm still alive. Read n review,k?