Chapter 12: Father and daughter

Conan’s pov

No, it felt like I was holding Emma’s hand.

That scent, I can never forget that scent in my entire life.

I looked at my hands.

“Sir is anything wrong with the presentation?” the person who was giving the presentation asked.

“No, let’s postpone this for now,” I said and then walked off to my office.

Emma, you have always been on my mind in the last few years.

But that feeling I got yesterday, it was like you were with me.

Gosh that scent still haunts me even today.

Flashback

“Is the painter lady here?” I asked my assistant who smiled and nodded.

“She is here sir,” she said, and I looked at her.

She quickly stopped smiling and fake coughed.

“Should I tell her to start in your office?” she asked me, and I nodded.

A few minutes later Emma walked in with a smile on her face.

“Morning Boss,” she said and started looking around.

“Would it be okay if I took pictures?” she asked me, and I gestured that she goes ahead.

“You really are a big shot. Such a fancy office at such a young age,” she said, and I smiled.

“I inherited it, I didn’t work hard for it nor climbed the corporate ladder,” I said, and she just shrugged.

“So? Has the company incurred any loss?” she asked me, and I shook my head.

“Are you doing a good job at managing everything?” she asked me, and I nodded.

“So? What is the problem? You might not have worked hard for it. But aren’t you working hard now?” she asked me, and I nodded.

“You see, you are doing a good job,” she said and then started writing something down.

“Everyone says that I got here because of my connections. That I am nothing but a spoilt brat,” I said, and she stopped what was doing.

“Do you agree with them?” she asked me, and I frowned at this.

“I don’t know, look at me closely,” I said, and she walked towards me.

I watched as she got closer that I could feel her breath on me.

“What are you doing?” I asked and she just shrugged.

“I am taking a good close look at you. You seem very handsome, and you smell nice as well,” she said and then made some distance between us.

Her scent, her scent wasn’t that obvious or anything.

It was subtle, I couldn’t wrap my hands around it, but it was also somewhat clinical.

“What kind of lotion to you use?” I asked her and she looked at me.

“Oh gosh, do I smell bad?” she asked sniffing herself and I couldn’t help but smile.

“No, you smell very clean. Almost citrus like,” I said, and she smiled.

“You have a good noise; I have very sensitive skin, so I don’t use heavily scented stuff. And lemon and honey have great healing properties, so my lotions usually contain that,” she answered.

That explains the sweet scent I got from her as well.

“Anyway, back to the topic. I don’t think that you should feel bad that you grew up privileged. Just enjoy it to the fullest,” she said.

I looked at her, she is an orphan but doesn’t hold resentment against me.

People could just hate you just because you come from money.

Maybe I would have reached this level someday even though I wasn’t born into a wealthy family.

I have managed to help expand the company and I do work hard every day.

I looked at her and smiled as she was busy writing down something.

“I am done, I have the perfect paintings in mind. Excuse me,” she said and then walked out.

Okay that’s it, I like her, and I am going to ask her out.

“Emma, could you please stop,” I said, and she turned to look at me.

“Can you go out with me?” I asked her and she looked at me confused.

“Like on a date?” she asked, and I nodded.

“I am flattered Mr Hansen, but you are not my type,” she answered, and I looked at her confused.

“And what is your type? I am rich, handsome, and smart,” I said, and she smiled.

“Of course, you are, you look like some Greek god we read about in the books. But that is just the thing, I can only read about Greek gods, I don’t want to be in the books,” she explained.

“I hope you can understand,” she said and then turned to leave.

“I am used to getting everything I want and right now that is you,” I said, and she turned to look at me.

“Is that why I got the job?” she asked me, and I shook my head.

“No, you really are talented,” I said, and she sighed.

“You seem like a great guy but if I got this job because you like me then it leaves me no choice. I quiet Mr Hansen,” she said with a smile.

“Why would you do that? You got this job fairly, because you are good at what you do,” I explained, and she shook her head.

“I have my pride Sir,” she said and then walked out.

End of flashback

I should go and get some coffee.

I drove about 20 minutes to the café that Emma used to go to, I guess I miss her more than I thought.

I got there, “please can you get us three milkshakes and some lemonade,” a woman said.

“Don’t add a lot of ice to the lemonade okay, I have really sensitive teeth,” a little girl said.

I looked at her and I couldn’t help but smile at how cute she is.

“I am going to sit down, bring my drink there,” she said as she went to sit down.

“I would like a coffee, black. And I am also going to sit down so bring my drink there,” I said.

I looked around and there weren’t any empty tables around.

Only the one the girl was heading towards.

“Can I sit here?” I asked her and she looked at me.

“You seem nice enough, so okay,” she said.

I took out my hand sanitizer and a handkerchief to clean the table.

I looked up and the girl also had the same things in her hands.

“There is germs everywhere,” she said, and I nodded.

“I don’t understand why you can’t have milkshake,” a teenage boy said coming to sit down.

“Because I am lactose intolerant Jamie,” she answered, and I smiled as I looked at her.

She is so cute that I can’t help but just look at her.

“So what? You will only fart a few times and then problem solved,” another girl walking with them said.

“Yes, you are way too young to be embarrassed. So why not have a milkshake?” the teenage boy asked her.

“I have my Sir,” she said, and I looked at her.

What is this?

This feeling of de ja vu as I looked at her.

“You understand don’t you sir?” she asked looking at me.

“Yes, in understand,” I said. “What’s your name little girl?” I asked her and she smiled.

“Lily, my name is Lily, and this is Jamie and Rose,” she said pointing at the other two.

Did she just say Lily?

I looked at her, Emma’s child is probably around the same age.

Had we had a daughter together I would have wanted her to look like this cute kid.

“The lemonade and coffee are here. Please come and take your order,” the waiter said.

“I said bring it here,” the kid and I said at the same time.

“Okay,” the waiter said and then bought our order to us.

“You don’t only look alike but you also behave the same way. No DNA test is needed here, you are obviously father and daughter,” he said shaking his head.

“That’s a wild assumption,” we said again at the same time.

The waiter raised his eyebrows as if showing us.

“But the way sir, what is your name?” she asked me, and I smiled.

“Conan Hansen,” I said and suddenly something fell to the ground.

I looked at the lady and she seemed really familiar.

I saw her yesterday, the one whose sister has social anxiety.

“Are you okay Aunt Daisy?” Lily asked.

“Yes, I am fine. I just need to do something. Jamie come here,” she said talking to the teenager who was now on his phone.

I focused my attention on Lily, and she was a really cute little thing.

She didn’t want to answer any personal questions because I am a stranger.

She is smart, why was I robbed of all of this?

Why couldn’t I have my own daughter?