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✰[WHO ARE YOU?]✰
Whitney turned to the door, her son was standing close to, and a loud gasp escaped from her lips.
“Michael” She whispered.
“What are you doing there??, Come…Come here now” She beckoned.
He only smiled widely at her.
“I’ll pluck those teeth with my pliers, I tell you so come here, while I’m being nice” She said, vexed.
Michael shook his head.
“You are dead once you enter that office. So dead, Michael” She pointed a finger at him.
Whitney scattered her hair frustratedly.
That was the CEO office. Even though he was barely around, she feared and avoided that office.
It has been just a week since Whitney started working at season bank and now, Micheal wanna cause trouble??
“Oh please, Micheal…please” She begged.
“Mum… She was the one that bought me here” He frowned, slightly.
“Sshhhh” She pinned her lips.
“What? Who?? Just…Just… Come…Come-
“Are you his son?” A voice sounded from behind and she turned to see a beautiful tall lady in black suit, and cooperate skirt. She had flat shoes on. Her hair was tied and rolled in a bun.
“Hello there” Whitney greeted.
“Are you the one that brought him here?” Whitney asked.
She nodded.
“I’m Miss Elena. He wanted to use the restroom so I led him there. Are you his mother?”
“Yes. I’m sorry for the inconvenience but you wouldn’t have bothered to take him in there. You would have just taken him to the gents” Whitney said.
“I was just following orders ma’am”
“Orders? From?…Celine??, Did she-
“I don’t know who this Celine is but I was following my boss orders. Not that he is really my boss but he’s still a boss” She chuckled, with a shrug.
Whitney gasped.
“You…you are his secretary”
Elena nodded.
“F*ck. That means he is here?”
“As we speak” Elena answered.
“This ain’t good. You punk!! Come here now” Whitney told Michael.
“No!”
“You stubborn goat! Who even gave birth to you? Certainly not me” She gnashed her teeth, fuming.
Micheal sticked his tongue out after her, before running in.
“I told him to stop doing that!” She grunted.
“If I take a good hold of that stinking long tongue, I’ll chop it to pieces and made dinner with it and i can assure you, Mum and Liam will eat those”
“And no…He didn’t just go in there. I’m gonna rip him apart, I swear. Please Miss Elena, can you hel-
“Sorry, I can’t. I was asked to rely a message to a business adminstrator. Sorry and please, excuse me” Elena bowed and left.
Whitney swallowed nervously and slowly entered the office. She heaved when she saw no one was there.
Just Michael.
“Caught you” She smirked.
“Mum…please” He shook his head, acting all cute and innocent.
“Once beaten…Nope, Once,, fooled, Twice,, shy” She held him tightly by his shirt.
She raised her hand and spank his butt.
“Mum! I’ll sue you” He cried.
“Yes, Sue me. But I’m gonna have to be through with you first” She said, and raised her arm again but from behind, a hand held it.
She could swear she felt a tingly thing like electricity flow through her hand when that person touched her.
Whitney let her son go and slowly turned to face the person.
“Who are you?” She shook her head, trying to clear the blurriness from her eyes.
“You shouldn’t hit him” The person said.
“Do you know him?” She asked, laxly.
At once, her vision got back to normal and when she saw the young man dressed in suit right in front of her, her lashes batted.
“Desmond?” Her eyes widened.
“Hello Whitney” He smiled.
PARIS**
JH GALLERY**
John smirked and went to the lady dressed in red, wearing a hat. She was facing the portrait on the wall.
“You’ve been looking at it for 24 minutes now. Do you like it?” He asked, adjusting his tie.
The lady faced him.
“And what if I do like it?, Will it be sold to me?”
“You know all the artwork on this floor isn’t for sale”
The lady smirked.
“I hear that everyday. Why do you have to make all the portraits here look so good. It makes the others stupid and unworthy”
John laughed lowly.
“I sent 3 artworks to your boutique store. You don’t love them?”
“I don’t. They’re all ugly”
He laughed again.
“Why do you keep coming here though?” He asked.
“What?” The lady whispered, not looking at him.
John faced her side profile.
“You keep coming here, Maureen…almost every single day” He whispered.
“This is a Gallery. Did I do bad by purchasing a premium voucher?” She asked.
“And since when did you start checking for how long I watch an artwork. You knew it was 24 minutes, how? You’ve been staring and watching me?”
John eyes ran around nervously.
“What do you mean? I own this gallery and ought to know everything,, even the slightest thing that happens here”
“Yeah…Yeah” Maureen nodded.
John stood there, staring at her as she watched the portrait.
“You know…” Maureen voice trailed off.
“Ya making it obvious that you still have feelings for me” She further said, and he cleared his throat, quickly looking away.
