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Felicia POV

"How come you're so calm and chillin' like a villian?" Cedrick stated, as he sits on the sofa here at our house. 

I'm wearing a long pajamas and an oversized shirt. Anyone who would look at me would be definitely shocked. My hair was so messy and I have no make up on. 

My family is preparing for our little outing today. Mom is getting all over with her looks, so as father. And I'm here, still sipping a glass of milk. Cedrick is here, he won't allow me to drink coffee.

"Except for the villian. I'm not. Do I look like a villian? Montenegro is the villain here,"

Cedrick sighed and looked at me straight. "Yeah, you look like a witch with that..." he gestured my hair, "crazy wild hair of yours,"

I rolled my eyes. "It's early in the morning and don't piss me off! You said your wife made me a cake! Where is it?!"

Cedrick pulled out something from his black bag. There is a transparent box. Oh...a strawberry flavor!

"Here," I dropped it on the coffee table. "I'll just put it here," he stood.

"You goin'?" I asked.

"Yeah," he looked at me with his mischievous eyes. "I have a lot of work to do,"

His eyes are saying 'it is because you are going off to somewhere, leaving me behind all the work you are supposed to do'

I chuckled with that thought. 

"What's funny?" He asked.

"Nothing. Later in the afternoon I'll be back in my schedule." I said, before seeing dad and mom getting down stairs, fixed, handsome and beautiful. I smiled.

Cedrick bid his goodbyes to my parents, and so as my parents to Cedrick, telling him to drive carefully. 

It's 7 am in the morning and I hurried with my morning routines. Me and my parents decided with my free time to pay a visit to my older brother's grave. It's been a while since we visited complete. There are times that my parents visits without me. And sometimes, I visits without my parents' knowing.

My brother is a hardworking man who always protects me at all cost. He is a fighter an an intelligent man. I must say, my attitude was from my older brother. He showed how a woman should be treated right, and made me learn my lesson of how a man should be considered as a man. I'm his number one fan when it comes to being hardworking. I'm so proud he is my brother. There's no one like him.

The cemetery is far from our residence. 30 mins to 1 hour is the range We decided to take our lunch at the cemetery, we will have our own little picnic. It was a long time ago when we had our picnic together when my older brother is still alive. I was 12 years old back then. It wasn't that kind of a wonderful picnic, but it was so memorable and meaningful.

We arrived at the cemetery after an hour. We got out of the car. Father open the back of the car and grab the basket full of fruits, lunch, and snacks. 

"You sure, honey, you won't let me help you? I can the grab other side of the basket," mom told, as we took the blankets out.

"Thank you, honey. It's not that heavy, I can do it," dad said.

We entered the cemetery. This graveyard is wide. You can see beautiful trees and growing grasses with flowers. As I expected, there are no plenty of people visiting this day. I could only see four to five people? If I'm not mistaken.

When we found my brothers grave, me and mom put the blanket on and father put down the basket. We sat and started getting the foods out.

"It's been a while since we did this," mom smiled. "Your brother must be really happy seeing us here and having a picnic with him,"

"I'm sure he is smiling wide. I could even picture his white teeth," I said jokingly to lighten up the mood.

It's a mixture of sadness and happiness. I really miss my older brother. I miss hearing his laughs.

AFTERNOON schedules, after I accompanied mom and dad to our house, I went to my building. Everyone is busy with their own works. I went to the elevator, and fortunately met my secretary, Roxanne. 

"Good afternoon, ma'am,"

"Good afternoon, are you okay now?" I pushed the button to the top floor. The elevator dings and closed.

"I am okay, ma'am. I just got itchy yesterday and immediately went to hospital because as far as I know I didn't have any allergies, but it turns out I have," she said, before flipping the pages of the papers she has. 

"Alright, good to hear you're okay. What is today's agenda?"

The elevator dings open. I walked myself out, while Roxanne followed me while she's busy reading papers she is holding. 

"You have an appointment meeting with someone but he suspiciously said you had received an email in your personal mail. He wants to meet you personally, and privately."

"What time?" I asked, as I opened the door of my office. She followed.

"5:00 pm, also, it says that the meeting place was already decided and he sent it to you," 

5 pm? Who would meet me for an important meeting at 5 pm? And he decided for the meeting place? Who the hell is this guy?

"Ma'am, isn't it too... uncanny? You are already receiving numerous death threats. Does it a seemed like a part of a plan to...anything they wanted to do to you?"

"What do you mean?"

Roxanne flinched in surprised. "Oh! Hi, sir Cedrick,"

My brows curved when Cedrick entered my office without a knock. This man is really crossing the line between an officemates, the boss and him as my second. 

"Cedrick will you please act like you are a professional? We aren't bestfriends here. Work." I rolled my eyes. "Stop overreacting, nothing will happen. Those death threats are nothing, they won't get me killed,"

Cedrick moved forward and leaned on my desk. "You're receiving those texts again?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "As if it'll happen? I've been receiving those texts and mails since 3 years ago. Look at me here in front of you,"

Roxanne hugged the papers she was holding. "But...ma'am..."

I sighed. "I'm going to meet that person, that's my final decision as your boss,"

The two of them fell silent. Roxanne bowed and bid her permission to get out. While Cedrick, holding his Ipad, stood firm in front of me.

"Doesn't my concern affects you?" He asked. I didn't answered him back. "Fine, look at this,"

He handled me the Ipad. He presented me the data of our new product, the new shoes for men. 

"Looks like your new model is doing great. Creative designs aren't that enough for me but your model did it's impact."

"Creative designs?" I looked up to him, before looking back to the Ipad and scroll. "Slacking off?"

He sighed. "I pulled an emergency meeting earlier for this—"

"We will have our meeting tomorrow morning. We will also have a meeting with our company partners. Tell Roxanne to prepare a PowerPoint presentation, she knows what to do,"

He nodded. "Got it. I have a meeting today, there's a new investor," he smirked.

"Make it,"

He took his Ipad. He flicked my forehead before getting out of my office. 

"He really had no boundaries,"

READING the mails drained my energy. I have so many paper works this week. I felt my head floating. It's only 4 pm, I till have one hour for the meeting with this man. Why does he wants to meet at the place where there's no CCTV? His reason is he doesn't want to be seen? 

This creeps me out, also the deal he wanted. It's a huge amount of money for this. What does he want? He is willing to pay for the service of my company. 

I am a woman who likes to deal with mysterious people. I won't back out, this is creepy yet challenging for me. My curiosity is killing me. 

What if it's a trap for me to be killed? I don't think it is. My hunch is telling me it's more than that. I trust my guts.

I went out of the office. Might as well have some coffee. Walking through the areas of my employees, I heard some videos of the interview. My head turned automatically and tried to look at it. 

In a computer of one of my creative designer. She is laughing hard together with his seatmate. 

The headline tells about the hot lines I threw at Kalixo, and Kalixo's unbothered dead lines. People might made tons of videos regarding the interview, must be quite money making for social media influencers.

I clreaed my throat. "Do you works, creatives. Take everything seriously," 

They were shocked when they saw me looking at them. With poker face, I walked away and turned left to get to the coffee machine. I really don't have a good mood despite of the cute picnic I had this morning. 

Maybe because I just miss my brother. I wish he was here.

I put a coin on the vending machine and put the disposable cup to fill me coffee. 

"Are you okay?" 

"Cedrick," he also put his coin and waited for his coffee. "Yes, I'm okay,"

"You look like not,"

I sighed. "Nothing, it's just mood swings, I guess,"

Our coffee cups filled. We get ours and sipped. 

"You look tired,"

I chuckled. "Despite of having time for rest, I look tired?"

He looked at his coffee. "You're just scheduling things, time management. For your parents, and this company. You never really had a time for yourself." 

I fell silent. I think I got his point. And I hate it that he is right. He really knows me well. Good thing I have a friend like him.

5 PM in the afternoon. I parked my car to somewhere easy to sight. Before going out of the car, I looked at the surroundings. There's really no CCTV in this place. 

Huge building are far from this place. It is more like an abandoned place that the government possesses and still under a contract signing of what project is about to be created. 

I got out of the car. Small houses where ruined, and there are a lot of alleys and spaces of soils and grasses. This could be a great and wide park if it is what they plan to do. 

"Hello?" I said, but the sound of my voice felt like echoed. The silence is deafening. "Where are you?"

Not from afar, a man wearing a black cap, tall and has a good built, walked out from the dark side of an alley. He is wearing an v-neck shirt and a black pants. 

I gripped my hand at my back. "Is it you?" 

"Yes, I am, Ms. Avimayor," he started walking towards me. 

From the sound of his voice, he isn't my age. Older than me. He stopped half meter away from me. I clearly saw his face, but I don't think he noticed it. I knew this man! He pulled his cap downwards, he is hiding. 

"What do you want from me? And who are you?" I strongly asked. I know this man, I knew this face. He won't make it easy with me.

"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Avimayor, in this...such a great place," he said like he is proud. "It is a bravery that you are willing to meet someone you didn't know in this kind of isolated place with you alone. I guess you've been hooked by the money I offered?"

So this man is after something more critical, huh? He is trying to catch someone who is blinded by the money.

"What now?"

He chuckled a bit and lowered his head. "I want you to work with me."

"Work with you?"

"This thing is huge. I think you are more capable of doing it for me—"

"Wait, I'll do something for you? Isn't it you? The one who'll invest for my company? Are you even sure of what you are talking about?"

"It is something you'll never regret. Your bank will explode—"

"I don't have time for this. Get your ass off my company. You don't deserve my energy,"

I get inside my car and drive away. I looked at my side mirror, I saw him standing there like nothing happened. 

I think I might know what he wants. It's unethical for someone like me who isn't blinded by the money. 

I must do something.