Lawyer & Special Adviser

Christopher’s POV.

8:15 AM.

With eyes narrowing and brows furrowing, I make a stop at the front desk on my way out of the club.

I woke up naked this morning with spots of semen on my thighs and the bed. Someone definitely came into my room while I was delirious.

“Who let a woman into my room?” I demand with an icy tone as my gaze moves between the two people behind the desk.

I watch them exchange confused glances and something flashes in my eyes. Wrath.

I don’t want to believe they don’t know what I’m talking about. This is an exclusive club and no one, I mean no one has permission to get into my bedroom without my consent unless they get the keycard from the management and I think that’s exactly what happened.

I don’t have time to stall so I demand to see the CCTV footage from my room door last night but I don’t mind showing up late for the interview or leaving everything to Stella.

“We are sorry, Sir. Unfortunately, the policy set by the management does not allow guests to have access to the CCTV footage of the club,” one of the receptionists, apologizes with a small bow. The other one follows.

“You will only cooperate when the police are involved and this matter is exposed to the public, right?” I ask.

I am aware these women know my identity but are pretending not to. They must have been paid to keep their lips sealed about what went wrong last night.

The drive to find the real owner of XX Club and investigate what was done to me last night gets stronger as I make my way towards my chauffeur who was already waiting in my car outside the building.

I’m still fuming in rage when I get into my ride and almost ignore his greeting.

The first time I let my guard down after I was voted in as the new CEO of Transcorp, something like this happened. I didn’t want to accept it, so I immediately put a call across to my private investigator.

Arriving at Transcorp, I don’t wait for the doorman to get the car door for me. I open the door myself and directly get off.

“Good morning, Mr. Moore,” he salutes just as my chauffeur drives off. I murmur a word in response and take long strides inside the building.

Greetings are flying off from right, left and centre as soon people see me. I acknowledge their greeting with a nod and walk straight towards the scanner where the security unlocks a gate with his card for me.

“Thank you,” I say to him and go to the third elevator to my right. It takes a little while before the doors open to me, so I point to it and look towards the security guard watching me. “Get someone to take a look at it this morning.”

“Yes, Sir,” he assures me and I get into the elevator. Just as the door closes, I hear a woman shout for me to hold it and I do, reflectively before my mind can process it.

The woman runs over with a smile of relief on her face and I manage to catch a glimpse of her side profile as she walks past me to stand at the corner. She is pretty.

As the elevator door closes, I press my thumb-finger on the scanner followed by the floor number I was stopping. I’m sure the woman doesn’t know this elevator is exclusively for me, my Personal Assistant and other executives of Transcorp otherwise she wouldn’t have rushed in.

A deep sigh escapes my lips as I tilt my head to the side. Immediately, the young woman fixes her gaze on me and her jaw drops the next moment. The way her gaze froze on me makes me think that she must have recognized me.

I continue to feel my gaze on my back even with my gaze fixed on the steel doors of the elevator. I would have reminded her about pressing her floor number on the button she is going to, but because I want to avoid exchanging conversations, I don’t say a word until I get off the elevator.

Stella looks relieved to see me when I stop at the reception desk. I don’t ask her where the others had gone and directly tell her to bring my lawyer in. I need to speak to Mr. Peter about my violation at the club last night.

I take the short stairs leading to the floor above which only my office and that of my Personal Assistant occupy in the meantime.

I key in my password on the door to my office and let myself in. I see a hot cup of coffee already sitting on my oak timber desk and immediately make a grab for it.

The aroma of the strong Espresso hits my nose and instantly, I feel my tensed nerves start to relax. Stella knows just what I need right now and I hope the next person to replace her will do a better job.

Halfway through my coffee, the doorbell rings and I buzz my lawyer in.

“Good morning, Mr. Moore,” he greets and pulls out a seat for himself as I watch him from behind my desk.

“Good morning.” I down the rest of my coffee and set the ceramic cup on the saucer and push it towards my left. “I called you in because I was violated last night at XX Club, and I suspect foul play,” I say as I narrate the entire incident from yesterday and this morning to him.

He listens and only speaks up when I’m done. “It’s very clear the people from the enemy camp are moving swiftly just a few days after your instatement. I think you should recruit a personal security team from a reputable firm and do not move alone in public anymore. Also, the people who work closely with you must be scrutinized to avoid you being an easy target for a second time.”

“I was too careless and let my guard down,” I mutter in regret. Lifting my gaze, I say to him, “Those people won’t release the CCTV footage to me. Should I involve the police because I need to find the identity of the woman they sent to me in case she took pictures or videos?”

“Do not involve the police, it will escalate the matter, and you don’t want a scandal about you to spread across the internet just a few days after your appointment,” Mr. Peter advises. “I will look into the matter for you.”

I am not satisfied with his response as I find it difficult to relax like he just asked me to, so I just continue to stare at him. Wordlessly.

Mr. Peter and I speak at length and I inform him about the private investigator which he is aware of. Mr. Peters is not only my lawyer, but my Special Adviser and he is a close aide who has been by my side for years, so I trust him.

Dipping my hand inside my inner pockets, I take out the handkerchief in my pocket and pass it to him. “This is the only evidence I have.”

As he unwraps it to reveal the pair of gold earrings I had picked up from the nightstand in my room, I say, “The fingerprints of that woman should be on it. I want her found.”

Mr. Peter stares at me for a moment before nodding. I’m quite sure he didn’t expect I could think of something of that sort.

He takes out a plastic bag from his briefcase and throws the earrings in. He returns the handkerchief to me and says, “This can alter the prints. I will meet with the private investigator for tea this afternoon and get back to you after we find something.”

Finally, I am a little relieved and can now proceed with the interview.