Chapter 2

Cody

"Jane, come over here quick. I can't find the woman we brought to my house anywhere."

"My name is Sam." She groans before continuing. "Are you sure she's gone? Have you looked everywhere?"

"Of course I have." I yell into the phone and exhale deeply. I change my tone to a more calm one. "I have looked everywhere Miranda. I can't find her. What if she's just hiding somewhere stealing my stuff and I can't find her because she's a thief who's good at her job?"

"Miranda is my daughter's name." She groans again. I really love to annoy Sam by calling her different names and pretending to forget her name everytime.

"How is she a thief if we found her lying in a dumpster naked and vulnerable? What exactly is wrong with you thinking like that?" I open move my lips to answer but Sam interrupts me, making me frown. "Look. I'm coming. I'll ask Miss Anderson to take care of everything. It looks like we won't be spending our entire day in the office today." She grumbles the last part and ends the call.

I walk out of the living room, through the corridor and into the guestroom. At the same time as I am entering the room, the lady is also walking out of the bathroom. There is a look of panic and confusion on her face but I ignore it since I'm annoyed at how she disappeared ten minutes ago and is now suddenly appearing.

"Where the hell were you? I thought you were gone or walking around my house. I looked everywhere for you but you disappeared into thin air and now you're here." I speak with a tone of annoyance.

She slowly sits down on the bed and looks up at me. "I was in this room." She points to the bathroom on the left side of the room. I raised an eyebrow at her, almost finding it funny that she couldn't just say she was in the bathroom.

I sigh and look away from her, running my fingers through my neatly combed hair. Then I turn back to look at her.

"What's your name Miss? We have to get you back to your family or whoever you live with." I gaze at her, slightly glaring.

"I don't know." She says quietly and I raise my brows in concern and shock. Then I frown. I am not in the mood for games, especially with a stranger.

"What do you mean you don't know? How can you not know your name?"

She stays quiet for a minute before responding. "That's because I don't know." She replies, a bit louder this time. "I can't remember anything. Anything!"

I stare at her. I'm still not sure whether she's joking or serious.

"I don't know who I am, or anything else about me. I don't even recognise myself when I look in the...the.....the mirror." She spoke and suddenly burst into tears.

I was taken aback by her sudden actions. Not knowing what to do to her, I walk to the kitchen to get myself a cold glass of water.

Sam bursts into my living room, panting and out of breath. I hand her a glass of water as she throws herself on my furniture to catch her breath. She quickly gulps down the water and shoves the glass back into my hand.

"Okay. I'm here now. Have you found her?" I nod. "Where is she?" Sam stands up to walk to her room but I stop her and sit her down.

"She's in her room. But we have a little problem." Sam frowns and I explain. "She claims she doesn't remember anything. She doesn't know who she is or anything about herself. She doesn't even recognise herself. And she's crying."

Sam's eyes widen. "What? Then we have to do something about this situation." She tells me with urgency in her voice.

"What exactly do we have to do about this?" I ask with a frown. "How do we make her suddenly remember everything?”

"We have to do something at least."

"Like what?" I roll my eyes and my assistant stays silent. She lightly taps her temple, something she does when she's thinking.

"We'll deal with that later. Right now, let's just make sure she calms down and gets something to eat." Says Sam. She stands up and walks into the kitchen. She heats the woman's breakfast for her in the microwave and pours her a cold glass of orange juice.

I watch Sam plate up the lady's breakfast for her, put them on a tray and exits the kitchen, walking in the direction of the woman's room.

"So what do we call her for the meantime?" Sam asks me as we walk and I raise my brow.

"Why do I have to name her? She probably already has a name and once she remembers it, what we name her won't matter anymore."

"But it's not like she's going to remember her name now. So you're going to give her a name since you have to." Sam tells me boldly. I hate when she speaks to me like an authoritative figure and since she also knows that, she likes to speak to me that way sometimes when she needs me to do something.

"How about Snow?" I respond quickly. I certainly wasn't going to waste my energy thinking of what name to give her.

Sam shakes her head and sighs. "We'll stick with that."

We hear sobs as we near the guestroom. Snow is still crying. When she hears us walk in, she looks up at us.

Sam gives her a friendly smile and walks slowly towards her while I stand at the threshold of the bedroom.

"Hi. I'm Sam, Cody's friend and I made you breakfast." Snow looks at Sam with fear and panic in her eyes. Her features then turn soft when she sees the food on the tray. She must be very hungry.

"Who's Cody?" She asks softly. Sam looks at me in disbelief and I shrug. She was probably expecting me to introduce myself to Snow.

"That's Cody." Sam points at me. "I've been informed that you don't recall anything?"

Snow nods. Sam slightly pushes the tray to Snow and sits beside her on the bed.

"We're going to help you out. We're your friends now so you don't have to worry about anything." Sam assures her and I stare at her sternly.

She stares back at me, challenging me with her eyes. "We promise you that we're going to help you remember."

Snow looks at Sam hopefully. "Really? You promise?"

"Yes, we promise." Sam replies.

I walk out of there to the living room in anger.