"I may not be able to do that, but I can try to spread the memo to my fellow investigators to skip that detail if they get asked to dig about Aleah Silver," the PI replied. "How about that, Mister Vero?" "Is there any other way possible aside from that?" Denny still inquired."Well, we can ask the management to delete their files about Aleah Silver. Even if words come out that she used to work there, if there is no file to support that claim, the information would not be valid or concrete," the PI explained. "That would be better; I will deal with it then," Denny was relieved the issue could be resolved through a call with Harold Brown. "But just in case a job order comes around about digging into Aleah Silver's background, please let me know. It would even be better if you take the job, that way we can monitor what they know and keep the details we don't want to inform them. Is that okay with you?" Denny asked. "Of course, Mister Vero," the PI happily responded. Denny Vero is a g
"What?!" Harold forgot the seriousness of their conversation and yelled out in surprise. "What did Denisse say?""She was furious that I did not tell anyone back home about me getting married, and she threatened to tell mom and dad, so I will have to bring Trisha along and introduce her to my parents," Denny replied calmly. He was not bothered at all. He already talked with his mom, Chloe, over the phone, and he could sense they already had an idea, so Denny was not worried about their approval or disapproval anymore. "And what does Trisha say?" Harold asked again."Well, you know that girl would never make things difficult for her client, she agreed. I also told her about Denisse's personality," Denny replied. "She is worried my family will barge in here, so I will take her to my office and come home together every day.""Well, it's now up to you guys. I am now in my office and will delete every file with her in the system. I won't leave any trace, don't worry," Harold sighed. "Your
Denny did not notice Trisha's face as they were walking side by side, and she had her head slightly bowed down, but he felt the difference in her tone. Denny smiled as he could sense this silly girl was taking his words differently and a little too serious. They were on the stairs, so he did not say anything to retort her words. Denny was thinking about making his statement clear when they got to sit at the table. But he did not hear her say anything even until they reached the ground floor, so he broke the silence."Wait," Denny stood in front of Trisha as soon as they stood flat on the ground floor surface. He kept her in prison between his arms as they held on to the railing of the stairs. "Look at me," Denny commanded in a soft voice.Trisha felt even more terrified. She was worried she had done something to add to her offense without knowing. She timidly looked up as commanded. She wanted to say something, say she was sorry, and beg him to forgive her, but her voice seemed to hav
"Don't worry, they won't," Denny chuckled at her worried mien. "My parents are not as narrow-minded as my sister appears to be," he added.Trisha smiled at his confident reply. "Well, that would be good news because I am weak and meek in front of elders," Trisha sighed. "Not to forget, they are your parents; I might not get to fight for you if you ask me to," she confessed. Trisha's mom had constantly reminded her and her little brother Yohan always to be polite. Not to the extent of losing their self-respect, but as much as possible, they are advised not to retort or speak without considering not only the age level of the other person involved but also the position it bears in the arrangement. Such as a teacher and student, a parent to children, and elders in general. There are times when even the elder does not show the best attitude to be looked up to, and Yohan had cited such an incident when they were younger, but their mom only replied that that elder might be feeling under th
The two had a nice and lovely dinner sharing things from their past. Denny asked Trisha this and that, in return, he also shared stories of his childhood. They wrapped things up in the kitchen with Denny washing things while Trisha did the ones Denny would allow her to do. Soon they were up to the bedroom, did their before-bed regular rituals of brushing their teeth only. Denny did not let Trisha wash up."You did not go anywhere else after our bath in the afternoon; you don't have to take a shower before bed tonight," he decisively declared. He did the same, but as a habit, he rinsed his face after brushing his face, and when he looked up to see his face in the mirror, he saw Trisha looking at him with envy."Do you wanna wash your face?" he asked.Trisha bit her lips in surprise to see Denny saw her watch him freely wash his face with warm water from the lavatory's faucet. She timidly nodded. "Wait," Denny replied. He took a small towel from the toilet and rinsed it with warm water
"Now, I feel sorry for Monday," Trisha giggled as she appeased Denny with sweet kisses peppered around his whole face. "But we have to get ready; we don't you labeled with tardiness at work because of me," she cupped his face and stared at him with a gleeful smile. He looked adorable as he whined about it being Monday and could not retaliate as he wanted. She felt the need to take the lead, or they might really end up being late. Denny would be late for work, although Trisha can visit her mom any time of the day. She moved from sitting on his lap and got off from the bed with Denny's hands in her hold, silently guiding him to get up and get ready. Denny kept groaning in his protest, but he was also aware they really had to move to make it to work in time. He did not say anything even when Trisha suggested he wash up alone in the bathroom while she prepared their breakfast.That was what she declared, but Trisha actually went to get herself washed up and ready in the bathroom next to
On the way to the City hospital, Denny received a call from an agent he was trying to make contact with to dispose of the old medical equipment. They are lying there useless in the stockroom areas, consuming so much space which could have been useful for other equipment that they have up to date. Denny's idea was to ask for any way those pieces of medical equipment could be scrapped and make any amount possible from it than keeping them idle till they rust beyond redemption or recognition. "I would love to send you to your mom's ward, but I am afraid I will have to leave right away," Denny apologetically spoke to Trisha as soon as the call was ended. Trisha shook her head with a genuine smile. "No, no, it's okay. You're a busy man. I am already more than grateful you gave me a ride," Trisha replied, dusting his suit jacket as she saw a strand of long hair on it. She was conscious to think it was hers. "I just have a little problem..." Denny stared at the girl next to him. He was w
Trixie walked along with Trisha, still holding her arm with a cut, still hiding it from Trisha's sight as she graciously acted and moved like usual in front of everyone around them. They sat at the Ob-gyne's waiting lounge area where Trixie was when Trisha called. There were a few people waiting in the line along with them, but Trixie must have had an appointment that she was called right away."Angela Wade!" A nurse called."You sit here for a while, okay?" Trixie said. Trisha nodded and assured the lady that she would stick around until Trixie returned. "Don't go anywhere. I mean, anywhere. If you want to go to the restroom, wait for me, do you understand?" Trisha grinned widely at Trixie's orders. However, she still nodded her head obediently. "I will be sitting right here until you return," Trisha tapped the sides of her seat to convince Trixie that she wouldn't go anywhere. She felt a bit intrigued by Trixie's sudden change of tone. She sounded panicked, but Trisha had no idea