CHAPTER 51

CHAPTER 51

"That two days vacation was so great." Celine said as we jog along the New York. It's good to jog again.

"Yes, it was." I replied.

"Are you guys already dating?" Celine asked. "It looks like you've done many things together to be that close." She added.

How I wish we're dating. "No." I simply replied. She smirks.

"Whatever." She said as if not believing to what I've said.

We jog as if we just ate a ton of cake.
Later will gonna be so long. I would be at Jems in the morning while at Emerson's company in the afternoon. My schedule is so full today. I was lucky Jean let me be late today.


When Celine and I are done with our morning jog and breakfast, I prepare for office.

Emerson pov

"Yes mom, I'll be there." I say at my mom. She's on the other line.

"You're coming alone?” She asked. Oh yeah! I forgot about that. Who should I be my girlfriend for that day? "If you're coming all by yourself, let's just cancel the party then." she added.

She sounds happy. She really doesn’t like big parties. But my brothers will kill me if I won't be throwing mom a party.

Oh the girlfriend. Should I hire someone? But, She should be perfect since she will be the first girl I'll be bringing home. This is very sick.

"No mom, I'll be bringing my girl this weekend." I replied.

"You better." She stated. "By the way, I need to hang up now because I'll be preparing for your girl. Your brothers will be here as well." She added.

"I know. They never missed your birthday anyway." I replied.

"Okay son, be careful. I love you." Mom said.

"Love you too mom."


I need someone perfect for my family. Then as my eyes turns to the painting on my wall, a girl crosses my mind.

Love.

Love pov

"What do you mean?" I asked my assistant, Sophia. We are in my office at Jems and I know it’s unethical to talk some company's risk if you're not in their premises. But I can't do something else rather than having some help.

"If you would look here." Sophia said as she point out on the signature which is actually zoomed in. "These two signatures would appear like they're the same, but they're not." She said. Then I looked at it. "The stroke of letter P is different from this one, which is actually Mr. Triumph's signature." She added. "And when I tested it, it’s really a falsified signature."
I trusted Sophia because she's been my assistant from the very beginning and she never let out a single document been out or blurted to someone information about what tasks I've been asking for her.

I never thought that Jean would do that. I mean, she's nice to me. I don't see any reason she'll do that. Maybe she's too greedy.

I shook my head. "Thank you Sophia. You're really good." I said to her.
She smiled. "That's what I've been paid. And it’s you who needs a favor." She said and went out of my office.

Slamming my back on the chair, I closed my eyes and think.
I need evidence. Fruitful evidence that there is really an anomaly

Emerson pov

"Good Morning Mr. Triumph." The receptionist greeted me.

As usual, when I step in to my premises, my employees looks like they've seen a ghost or something. really? Am I that scary?

But anyway, I have to go to my office early in the morning for I have lots to do. I needed to sign papers, attend business meetings and I need to ask Love if she's available for this coming weekends. I rode my private elevator as my executive assistant run down my morning schedule.

Love pov

As I parked my car in the parking space of Triumph's Corporation, I saw Jean getting out of the car. She's wearing a black dress with white blazer. Someone approached her from behind. It’s a man in a black leathered jacket with a black cap. Who is he? I tried to look at his face but he's too far from me and when he gets near Jean, he's not facing me anymore. What will he do? Oh my God! Will he kidnap Jean or something? Because I felt a little uneasy, I rummage through my bag and get my cell phone and snap my camera to them. Just in case something happened.

As I was about to dial Emerson's number, the man in a black leathered jacket walked away from her. I let out a sigh I never thought I was holding.
Who was that?

What does he needs to Jean that he even waited for her in the freaking parking lot.

Then I went to look back at Jean.

Wait what was that?

"What. The. F*ck."

That blue folder.

She's not holding that folder when she got out of the car.