You Did Well Uncle

The next morning, Luna woke up with a slight headache. She still hadn’t recovered completely and had a nightmare.

Well, she couldn’t call it a nightmare as it was an event that had already occurred in her life.

She sat up on the bed, sweaty and messy, gripped the sheet tightly and tried to catch her breath. “I miss you, Mom,” she muttered and bit her lip, trying to prevent her tears.

Aliyah wasn’t just her mom but her best friend and biggest fan. Her mom was her backup player in every music she sang for fun; her mom was her teacher at every chemistry competition she won.

Knock

Luna’s gaze moved to the door, wondering who it was. Then it slowly opened, and a figure stepped into the dark, switched the lights on, and had furrowed brows when she noticed Luna’s condition.

“Are you okay, dear?” Cecile, who was dressed in a casual brown gown, hurried over to Luna, who looked like she just ran a marathon, sweaty and with disheveled hair.

Luna managed to pull a smile. “Good morning, Mom. I am fine.”

Cecile raised her brow, not buying Luna’s words. “You know you could talk to me about everything, right? Even your past life… In fact, I really want to know about Luna.”

Luna chuckled, crept to the edge of the bed, and hugged Cecile tightly, burying her face into the crook of Cecile’s neck. Cecile gently rubbed her back.

They stayed in this position for two minutes without saying a word; this was all Luna needed. She broke the hug and met Cecile’s gaze. “Uhm, I will freshen up, okay?”

“Good. After breakfast, we will head to the main building to see Mama’s legal team.”

Luna nodded, jumped down from the bed, and walked to the closet, pulling out white pants and a blue tank top while Cecile helped make the bed.

“Dear, the main building is vacant and thoroughly cleaned up. Do you want me to ask the maid to move your stuff there already?”

Luna chuckled and placed the blue top on herself while checking her reflection in the mirror. “No, Mom, let the house stay vacant.”

Cecile dropped the pillow she just picked up and walked over to Luna. “You… you said yesterday that you wanted to live there.”

Luna shrugged and dropped the clothes on the couch nearby. “How could I let the people who caused Calla so much pain live in there? Wouldn’t it be tarnishing old woman Rose’s memories?”

Cecile looked down at the mention of her daughter, her baby. Luna held her hand and tilted her head to meet Cecile’s gaze. “Only Calla deserves to live there, and trust me, she must be happy wherever she is, knowing fully well that the house isn’t occupied by evil souls.”

“Right?”

Cecile chuckled and nodded. “But Amanda will be so upset if you don’t move in; after all, you made her move out.”

Luna sighed, as if she cared. “Then let her be upset. I will be downstairs soon.” Then she hurried to the bathroom.

“This girl.” Cecile folded her arms across her chest. “I wonder what else she has up her sleeve.” She chuckled and walked out of the room.

After breakfast, Luna walked into the main building with Cecile and Raymond and was surprised to find almost the whole family present. Before she could process everything, Emily hurried and clung to her arm, pulling her to one of the sofas.

“How are you doing, Calla dear? Did you wake up with any fever?”

Emily rubbed her hair while sitting at her left, and Amanda sat at her right. Now she was sardined between them.

“Remember the designer we mentioned? She will be here in the evening,” Amanda smiled at her and pulled her top. “My sister-in-law must have bought these dresses, it’s good but her taste isn’t that great, so when the designer shows up, let me choose for you, okay?”

Luna smiled when Cecile rolled her eyes and occupied a seat with her husband. John Oven and his team just sat quietly while watching the scene.

All they wanted was to meet with Calla and her parents; they never expected the entire family to show up even before them.

Luna glanced over at her so-called cousins who hadn’t tried uttering a word to her, then placed her attention on John.

“Uncle, I am here.”

John nodded and squinted his eyes at his colleagues, who all had helpless looks. No one wanted to take the lead and ask the others to leave.

“You can go on and start, they are my family so I don’t mind them being here.” Luna sensed his hesitation, and her words made Emily cling closer and rub her back.

“Go on, Mr. Oven, we are a close family and all treat Calla like she is our daughter,” Emily urged the man, who felt the urge to roll his eyes, but even he knew that it was disrespectful to roll his eyes at a woman.

So he leaned closer and sipped his coffee. “Tatiana Rose, the former head of the Rose family, transferred every share, building, private jet, and island to your name, Miss Calla Rose.”

Luna nodded; she already knew that. That was the reason Tatiana Rose’s children killed Calla.

“The main company specializes in distributing raw materials, and the other seven are for logistics, paper fabrication, and all.”

“Hmm, the main company is Rose Distribution. I have been managing the company for a while now,” Damien interjected with a proud look. Luna stared at him for a while and nodded with a smile before she turned her attention back to John, signaling he should continue.

“Tatiana’s goal was for you to assign people to manage these companies while you round up with studies. So, Miss Rose, who do you want managing these companies?”

Amanda extended her hand, picked up the fruit bowl, and shoved it to Luna. “Have some fruits, dear.”

Emily rubbed her back more gently and insisted she have the fruits as well, but Luna kindly rejected them. “Baby,” Raymond called out, and all their gazes turned to him. Was he trying to sweet talk his daughter right now? His siblings frowned at him as if it wasn’t the same thing they were doing.

“You could choose someone who isn’t family,” he told her. That’s why he wanted to get her a personal assistant, so she could handle the business without stress.

“That’s true,” one of the members of the legal team backed up the point, when Damien’s first son, Romeo, who was 26 with a low cut, smacked his lips. “There are a lot of business people in this family, why should my sister go through the stress of hiring an outsider?”

Luna raised an amused brow at him. “Who are you?” she asked; her voice was low, unoffensive, and anxious, but Romeo felt a hit in his throat. How could she ask him that now?

Then he was reminded she had lost her memories. “That’s Romeo, my son and also your oldest brother,” Amanda took the liberty to explain before she laughed. “He was also the one who taught you how to ride a bicycle. He helped you climb and taught you to pedal.”

“You mean he pushed her down the hill?” Emily’s oldest daughter, Talia, who was just a year younger than Romeo, snorted in a mocking tone.

She was tired of her parents overdoing character, all trying to garner favor like losing memory meant being stupid.

“Don’t you have to be somewhere right now, Talia? Haven’t you always hated such gatherings? Go… maybe have drugs with your boyfriend,” Amanda laughed lightly, and Talia glared at her.

“If I remember correctly, Calla never loved such gatherings as well, but here she is, so if she could attend then why can’t I?” Talia wasn’t backing off, then she threw a look at Amanda’s last born, Serge, who was 21. “You say I take drugs, I wonder who delivers them to me.” And with that, she stormed out of the place.

“I have better things to do,” she yelled from outside. Luna stared at her disappearing figure with a smile.

“Uhm…uncle,” Luna cleared her throat, bringing them back to their initial conversation. “My father will take over.”

“What?” Damien rose to his feet in disbelief, glaring at Luna like she had said the most stupid thing in history.

“Calla dear,” Emily’s movements on her back became gentler, “I know every girl believes their dad is a hero, and that’s okay, but since you don’t remember much, I will let you know that your dad has no idea about business. He is more focused on carrying out experimental research at the laboratory.”

“Hmm,” Luna nodded in understanding and looked at Raymond, who shrugged. He had gotten into an argument with his mother in the past when he decided to study chemistry at college instead of business administration, but it was something he loved.

“Uhm… so Miss Rose, who will it be?” John Oven was tired of the back and forth. He also hated the fact that Calla’s relatives were trying to manipulate her, but he couldn’t say anything and let the girl make her choice.

“Your uncle Damien has been handling business for years now. The employees and our partners also trust him completely,” Amanda added, and Damien chuckled.

“Well, it’s still up to you, child.” He didn’t want to seem desperate.

“You did well, uncle,” Luna said, and Damien returned her smile.

“So, who should it be?” another member of the legal team asked.

“What did I just say, uncle?” she questioned, still maintaining her smile, and this caused Damien to clench his fist. “My father will handle everything.”

Her decision was made, and no one tried coaxing her again; they could do that later but not now. “Also, uncle, I want every member of the family to benefit,” she added, and their eyes grew with excitement.

“Dad will assign them with other companies to handle, but…” Luna’s gaze swept across the room, meeting everyone’s eyes, “if I die, then I want every asset liquidated and the money donated to the orphanage.”

What?