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Chapter 3

"Mom, who was he?" Charles has been asking this all week. Complicated is an understatement. He looks at me with those yellow eyes not letting this go. I sigh in frustration.

I stop twisting my pasta and put down my fork to look at him.

"And why do you have to know?" I ask in hope that he would just drop it.

"Because he looks like me" He says in a simple tone. My eyes widen in shock. He's a 5 year old boy, for goodness sake! How could he say it as if it's the most obvious thing in the world? ... Oh, right, because he truly looks like him.

He watches me closely, waiting for an answer. "So? Who is he?" He says impatiently.

"He's- He's… "My words fail me and I don't seem to make any coherent thought now. What should I say? He's your father that did not even know you exist?

"Well?" His eyebrows rise, expecting me to say something.

My tears swell up in my eyes with out my permission. I look ridiculous like this. I'm in a middle of a restaurant with my son and I can't break down here. I look up the ceiling trying to prevent my tears from falling. It's been 6 years, why crumble down now?

The table moves as Charles climbs down his chair. He unexpectedly goes to my side. Finally, I look down at him and he places his small arms around my waist.

"I love you mommy, don't cry" he whispers. My arms engulf his little body and I feel the comfort that makes me feel safe.

"Mommy loves you too. I'm so sorry baby" I quietly say as I hold him in arms length to look at him. With out me noticing, my tears came pouring down and my face is red. It's really embarrassing that my son can see me like this.

We finish our dinner together and walk back home.

"Good morning Misaki!" Ria, the receptionist in the company, greets in her usual cheerful voice.

"Morning Ria" I smile at her as I walk past the lobby and into the elevators. In my hands, is a freshly brewed Starbucks grande. Apparently, part of my job description as a secretary is to bring up morning coffee for my boss. I walk out the elevator, greeting the people around on the way. I open the elegant double doors of Tora's office and see him talking on the phone with someone. He looks up at me briefly and his eyes back on his laptop. I walk in to put his coffee on the glass table. I turn around ready to leave and then he calls me.

"Misaki, wait" He says. I stand still and wait for him to finish his call.

"Anything you need?" I watch as he retrieves some papers from his desk and walks to me to hand them over.

"Could you deliver this to the Walker Corporations? Drive the Aventador if you want" He tells me. Okay, he letting me drive his Aventador is a big headline in world news. I mean, seriously, he teases that I'll crash if I drive the fast car. For all I know, it's all about boys and their toys. Deep inside me, I'm jumping in glee like a little girl.

"Is this for real?" I ask, doubting what he just said.

"Yeah. But, please, try not to get killed" He says in a worried tone.

I scoff. "Me? Get killed?"

"Just be careful. The GPS in the car will give you the route." He says ever so strictly.

"I promise" He fishes the keys out of his pocket and throws it to me.

…

Boy, . . Car. I now stop in front of a state-of-the-art building. Then I hear the GPS voice…

"Arrival at the WALKER corporations" It says in its techy voice. It took me a moment before I realized it. Hell! Tora purposely let me drive the car to distract my thoughts. The GPS' voice played repeatedly in my head. "Walker Corporations" "Walker Corporations" "Walker Corporations" I was so lost in my thoughts that I did not notice security talking to me.

"Ma'am, security policy, Can we have your identification?" An armed guy said.

"Oh, uhm… I'm sorry" I apologized as I looked for an ID in my purse.

"Here you go" I handed it to him and he let me pass but not before staring at my car.

I walked out of the car. I'm still angry with Tora. This is a lion's den I'm going into.

As I approached the lobby counter, a young woman looked at me, maybe a year younger than me.

"Do you have an appointment?" She asked and I can sense in her tone, she's not pleased with me. But I don't give a care.

"No, just handing over a delivery from Igarashi Inc." I said, trying to find a way not accidentally bumping into you-know-who.

"For whom?" She asked annoyingly.

I look down at the thick brown envelop and read the note "TO THE CEO"

She looks at me surprised. "Oh, you would have to go up the office"

"Can't I just give it to you?" I asked desperately.

"I'd love to but, No." Geez, can't she be more kind? She tells me directions and I go in the elevator with some professional looking people.

I don't mean to eavesdrop but I can't help to hear them.

"So, I hear, the Walker Corp. is expanding this year?"

"I believe it's the Grandson of the chairman sealing the deals"

"He's here in Japan for a month or less."

"I heard hundreds of CEO's wanted to book an appointment but 98% were rejected"

Before the conversation could go on, the elevator comes to stop. I check my watch; it's about 2:30 pm. The people waiting on the other side of the elevator made way for the professional people as they walk pass them. Apparently, the professional look was because they were board members and big time stock holders.

I take a deep breath and try not to stumble on my heels. I walk to another reception area.

"Documents for the CEO" I said to the brunette.

"I'm sorry. He's busy right now." She says as if I'm trying to push myself to see him. Oh, please.

"Name?" She asks.

"Misaki Ayuzawa" I answer.

Her eyes widens just like the girl from the lobby down.

"You're Misaki Ayuzawa?" She says, prolonging the "You're"

"Last time I checked, yes." I sarcastically answer back.

She stands up from her chair and went around the counter to stand right in front of me. She's as tall as me.

"This way Ms. Ayuzawa" She leads me through. We stop at flawlessly carved wooden doors. She opens it and signals me to walk in.

Inside, was an elegantly designed Royalty-worthy office. And in there, was the perfectly refined CEO facing the top-to-bottom glass walls, giving the perfect view of the city.

He's gorgeous. My subconscious tells me. He turns around to face me.

I could the see surprise in his eyes. In high heels and not-so-comfortable knee length dress, I stood frozen as he effortlessly walks to me with a hint of amusement in his beautiful face. He leads me to the leather couch and motions me to sit.

Were both seated; he, sitting opposite me.

I hand him the envelope in a business manner, completely masking my nervous pulse.

"Mr. Walker, these are from Mr. Igarashi" I professionally say.

He gets them from me without breaking the eye contact.

"I see" He then opens the envelope and briefly reads the front sheet before setting it aside.

This is completely not a good situation. I'm trapped.

"Hello Misaki" Oh dear. I'm not prepared for this.

"Hello Mr. Walker" I say trying my best to avoid this. I never wanted to speak to him. Not now.

"So, I hear, you have a son?" He asks; but we both know he already hired the top investigator for that. After all, he has this well known reputation for stalking.

I roll my eyes on him. "Yes. He's a 5 year old boy" I tell him.

"That means you were pregnant when I left" He directly implies. So, were not running around the bush then?

"I already know that. Now please, I have to go" I say as I stand up ready to leave not wanting to hurt further.

"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" The anger in his voice stunned me.

We stay silent.

"Do you have any idea how it felt like to be the last to know I have a son?!" He shouts that it frightens me. Does he have any idea how it felt like to have a son at 19!

"How…How did you find out?" I stuttered shocked.

"I feel so stupid for not knowing" He tells me like it's my fault. Geez.

"Stupid? I should be the one feeling stupid for letting you break me" My sudden outburst got him taken aback with eyes wide open. He comes near me and hugs me tightly.

I cry in him arms like a little girl with no shame at all. It's been 6 years. Just this once, let me be. I look up to him. Those green orbs.

"That's it. You're too cute to be working for someone else." He chuckled.

"Wh-what are you saying?" I look away, knowing I'm blushing like an apple.

He holds my chin, making me look up his eyes.

"I'm taking back my wife now" I hear him say before claiming my lips into one hell of a kiss.