Miss Unknown

“Who is there?” Nobel asked when she heard the closing thud of the door, she adjust in her seat in an attempt to catch a glimpse of her visitor, she had been hospitalized for a few days, she recently suffered a heart attack and she was just recuperating. “Arthur is that you?”

Arthur closed the door and strolled further in, his dark gaze fell towards the nurse who was reattaching some new IV for the old lady, he nodded in satisfaction that his grandmother was getting all the care that he felt she needed.

“I told you I was going to stay here with you today, Grandma.” Arthur hopped on the sofa in her VVIP room, “After all, it’s my fault you are here, that’s why I ditched work to come and play with you.”

“You ungrateful little bastard, if you had done what I am asking you, we both wouldn’t be here.” She snapped at him and Arthur rolled his eyes, she had been blabbering on the same thing.

“You shouldn’t get yourself agitated again, Nana,” He advised with a wry smile on his face, the old woman fell back into her bed with an exasperated sigh. She wanted him to get married more than anything, she felt he was too diligent in his work and has no plans of trying to build a family of his own. Grandma Nobel had been afraid that she had gotten too old, soon enough she could die but she didn’t want to die and leave Arthur all alone to deal with the grief again, it hurts her heart so much that he was refusing to listen to her.

Arthur recently suffered a heartbreak, and since then he could never look at another woman in the same way. Speaking about another woman, he recalled the recent memory of the strange woman he met in the stairwell, she was a very interesting piece and he wonder if he could play with her for a while. The fact that she didn’t even know whom he was excited him even more.

He had been worried she would be like the nurses who have been fangirling all over him since he had been in the hospital, but she regarded him like the stranger he was, he loved the way her green eyes hardened with contempt; it was the most natural conversation he had with any woman in a while, but he had it at the back of his mind that it was probably because she didn’t know who he was.

“Am I asking for too much?” Nobel’s voice came back to him, she seemed to be crying. “I just want to make sure you are okay, I want to see you married, I want to see you in love and happy, so you won’t be so lonely when I am gone.”

“Oh please, Nana, I haven’t gotten a woman that’s reliable enough, most of them just wants me for my looks or my money.” He complained as he picked his tablet from the table in the room, he sent a message to Dario, his personal assistant. “I will get a girlfriend as soon as possible.”

“I might not look it but I don’t have much years left with you, I could be dead tomorrow.” Arthur stopped typing away midway, he was always mad whenever his grandmother brings up the topic of her dying. She was the only family he had left and he hated the fact that she was just in a hurry to leave him.

“I told you, you are not going to die.” He snapped and he resumed typing before snapping again. “And get that idea of a marriage out of your head, I won’t be getting married.”

Nobel drew in a deep breath.

“I was hoping it wouldn’t have to come to this, but you leave me no choice,” she started in a stubborn voice of her own, “I will give you a week to find a decent girl, if you don’t I am going to transfer all your company rights to Raphael, he seemed more responsible than you.”

Arthur’s head reeled towards his grandmother, she had never threatened him like that before, and with the look in her eyes, he could tell that she was serious.

“Do you need to hear it again, I am giving you One weeks, that is seven days, to bring a decent and a reliable girl to me, or you can kiss your company goodbye.”

A small frown creased his eyebrows this was a fucking threat, all his hard work she wanted to just give it out to his cousin. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, but he knew too well to argue with his ailing grandmother.

“I’m quite serious about this, Arthur.” She insisted in a low voice.

“As you said grandma,” He got up from the chair trying to calm the anger brewing inside of him. “I will get a wife seven days, as long as you don’t complain about anyone I bring, I am going to marry her regardless of what you say.”

A smile of relief touched her face, she seemed satisfied and he rolled his eyes again.

“Boss,” Dario walked up to him, “You sent for me.”

“There is a woman I am looking for,” He exited the room and lit a cigarette ignoring the signs once more, Dario straightened up, he also noticed the sign that prohibit smoking but he knew his boss well. “She is quite pretty, bold and daring.”

“Is this woman someone of interest to you?” He asked curiously and a small smile crossed Arthur’s face. “Perhaps a love interest? Madam Nobel has insisted on making you get married one of these days.”

“Yeah, I know, but she isn’t a love interest, though I might end up marrying her.” He answered, he sucked in the cigar and puff out the smoke clouds in Dario’s face. Even thought it was a bit disrespectful, Dario was already used to it, they had been together since they were children… Arthur was a spoilt one.

“Then is she a toy?” Dario asked curiously, instead of a direct answer the smile on Arthur’s face confirmed it, she was indeed a toy. Arthur doesn’t do well with his toys, he plays for a while then he gets bored, either he throws it away or breaks it, but either way it doesn’t matter to him. “Do you have a name I could search for?”

“No, I don’t, all I know is she has big emerald green eyes, and fine coppery red hair, she was like the sunset in the sea.” He sucks in more from the cigar before puffing out the smoke clouds. “I think her sister has leukemia or something, find every single patient with leukemia in this hospital, let me have their names and the information on their guardian.”

“Yes, Boss.” Dario acknowledged before strolling off, Arthur sighed in relief if his grandmother wanted him to get married, then he will.

The little flower that would be his toy, seems to be very desperate, he just needs to persuade her a little and she would bend to him.

“A beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be crying here.” He chuckled to himself as he stared at the broken cigar butt on the stairs where she had stomped on it. “A beautiful woman like yourself should be in my arms.”