Chapter 4 GORGIE CITY HERE I COME

UNKNOWN

I sat back in my chair, smoking quietly while waiting for my boys to give me feedback.

I swore to myself that once I got my hands on her, I wouldn't let her go again. A slow smile crept onto my face as dark thoughts crossed my mind-just then, my phone rang.

It was my spy. I picked up immediately.

"Boss, we found her," he said.

I exhaled, an evil grin spreading across my face.

"Where is she?" I asked.

"She's currently in Gorgie City, on an unknown street," he replied, then paused. "We'll get her as soon as we see her."

"No," I said calmly. "Don't touch her. I'll take her myself."

I smiled and hung up.

I'm coming for you, babe. And this time, I'm not letting you go, I thought, smiling sarcastically.

GORGIE CITY - HERE I COME.

BRYAN

"Mom, good evening," I greeted as usual.

"Hi, son. How are you?" she replied happily.

"I'm fine, Mom," I said, pausing.

"What's making you so happy?" I asked.

"Guess," she replied mischievously.

"I can't," I said, rubbing my forehead.

"I'm coming over next week, and I need to meet your girlfriend," she squealed like a child.

I stayed silent.

"And if you don't have one," she continued, "I'll personally arrange one for you. The only thing I ask, son, is grandchildren."

She sounded sad now. I sighed, rubbing my temple.

"But Mom-"

"No buts," she cut in sharply.

"Bye, my child. See you next week."

The call ended.

"Gosh... what kind of pressure is this?" I muttered.

Later, I explained everything to my best friend, Henry. Instead of helping, he laughed and told me to find a fake girlfriend-someone who would act lovey-dovey while my mother stayed at my mansion.

I didn't even know who to choose. I knew almost any woman would agree-

but not my new secretary, my subconscious reminded me.

CALI

I woke up on the couch with tears in my eyes. I stood up quickly and looked around. Through the window, everything outside was dark-that's when I realized it was already night.

I needed rest. I'd think about everything later.

For now, I reassured myself that I would get the money for the surgery-no matter what it took.

I went to my room, lay on the bed, and drifted into a deep sleep.

NEXT DAY

I woke up feeling tense and checked the time-7:00 a.m.

I jumped out of bed, freshened up, and got dressed. After making coffee, I drank it with four slices of bread. The house felt lonely without Edward, but I pushed the feeling aside and forced myself to stay positive.

I rinsed my cup, locked the door properly, and rushed out.

By the time the cab dropped me off, I was ten minutes late. With help from the receptionist, I located my office. When I entered, I saw a young lady about my age standing with her arms crossed, clearly waiting for me.

I dropped my bag.

"Hey! Don't you realize I'm standing here?" she yelled.

I flinched.

"What do you want?" I asked tiredly, still dizzy.

"The boss wants to see you in his office," she snapped, then stormed off.

Just hearing the word boss made all the dizziness fade.

What did I do to this girl? We've barely known each other for five minutes, I wondered.

I knocked on the boss's door, and his husky voice told me to come in.

"Good morning, sir," I greeted, bowing slightly.

"Good morning," he replied coldly.

"What's wrong with this man?" I thought.

"You're twenty minutes late. Why?" he asked, lifting his head.

"I-I'm sorry, sir. I had an emergency," I replied nervously.

"That shouldn't affect your work," he said, clearly unconvinced.

"I'm sorry, sir," I apologized again.

"Next time you come late, Miss Rillion, I'll deduct it from your salary," he said firmly.

"You understand?"

"Yes, sir," I replied.

"Now leave."

His voice was cold and bossy as I scrambled out of the office.