WHITNEY

Time passed, and Armand had never dared talk again about his friend, or should I say about his victim.

He was just a liar, he talked of my dad with such a loving tone whereas he was the one shortening his existence on earth.

Our weeks were standard, we took our breakfast together, always with Petterson, and after it, we went to his office, where I helped him with the documents he had to sign, with the rapport about the mine and a lot of other businesses he was directing.

Because of that, I didn't succeed to find an instant to discuss alone with Petterson, I knew he was waiting for me, and we had a lot to talk about.

However, even without Petterson's participation I tried to find something accusing him, some proof I must use against him, or whatever could be useful and would help me to make him fade.

Though my efforts were in vain, there was nothing, not a file, or whatever which would serve as a clue.

I had to talk with Petterson, he was the only one able to help me with this situation, but Armand was always with me.

This asshole didn't leave me, even for a twinkling, he had completely invaded my space.

I had to find a way to have a moment alone with Petterson.

What could I do? What could I fabric? I should hurry things, the time wasn't to my advantage.

My head was spinning cause of the thought which didn't cease to run across my psyche.

"Tell me about something Whitney" Petterson called for my notoriety.

What this man would fabric now? What trick would he use to have time with me?

I was sure he had already concocted something, all my senses were alerted, willing to know how he would manage to overcome this impasse.

"Yes, dear." I lifted my eyes to meet his, my heart boiling with impatience to hear what he would utter. This man was always putting me in suspense, nobody could know how he would react.

His call didn't only captivate my attention but also made Armand look at him. We had all ceased eating and waited for words to come out of his lips.

"Since we are together, I don't know what is
your hobby. Can you let me know? I am sure it will help me one day" He said, I didn't understand at first what he wanted to mean.

What was he trying to do? Was it trying to make us have a moment alone or was he talking just for fun?

"Don't you find it an interesting subject?" He asked Armand, who had already restarted eating after he found the question I dare say none interesting.

"Yeah, a very good one" By his countenance, we knew he cared less about it, though he didn't want to hurt me thus he had to play his magnanimous dude.

He responded and continued eating, leaving us to discuss.

"I bet you love reading, It is difficult to see nowadays a girl who doesn't take delight in spending her time traveling into a thousand stories" He spoke, without leaving me the opportunity to collect my thought and responded.

I understood immediately it was an invitation, he wanted us to have our meeting in the bookcase.
"Of course, it is one of my favorite way to pass my days" I agreed thoroughly with the idea, with a smirk drawn on my lips in contemplation of the cleverness of this guy.

"Do you have a library there?" I asked, my eyes sparkling, looking at Armand.

With a soft touch on his hand, I pleaded with this act to have some moment with those books.

"Of course honey, Petterson will lead you"

"I can't be there with you, I have a lot to do," Armand said.

Wow, Petterson wasn't just a foxy man, he was also blessed by the grace of the God of luck.

He had finally found a way for us to be gathered.

"Okay honey," I replied enthusiastically, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Tell me when you'll be ready" This foxy man uttered, calmly with his hands on the back of his head staring at me, as if proud of what he had just done.

Everything he succeeded to accomplish told me how much I had to be careful. Having a smart enemy was the most dangerous thing during a conflict.

"You always find a way to amaze me with your reaction face to every situation" I whispered as we were inching along the long corridor which led to the library.

"Be use of it, you are just at the beginning of your surprise" he spoke with a little Machiavellian sneer.

I knew he meant every word he uttered, nothing came out of his mouth just by chance.

He didn't need to tell it twice, I was on my guard.

The hallway leading to the library was a very lightening one, very beautiful, I had never explored this place of the house since I was there.

The library was a huge one, I whirled on my heels as I entered the room, wondering if there was somebody there to read all those books.

"We aren't there to contemplate this" He stopped me abruptly in my amazement.

"There is no need to be so rude" I mumbled referring to the tone he had used.

He closed the big door behind him and we were alone.

"How have you managed, to make Armand give you access to his office"

"He didn't leave anyone enters his space"

"Even I, don't have access to it," he said, walking among the shelf of books, and he picked one book from the numerous books there.

Should I consider it as a congratulation? I had accomplished something he hadn't succeeded to achieve.

"A good magician, shouldn't reveal all his tricks" I repeated with a smile the words he had told me before.

I inched toward him and looked at the book he had picked, it was one concerning psychology, and the name mentioned there was "Influence and Manipulation", this man took this science with all the possible seriousness.

"Okay, I am glad to notice you can progress without my assistance."

"Now, I will indicate where you'll find the proofs you need, or whatever you'll need to condemn him."

My heart almost burst with joy, I was right when I thought he was the one able to help me.