Fenella’s POVA week later, all my bruises had healed. There were no more bruises or marks. I could also walk normally without feeling any pain. There was still a faint scar on my cheek, but I was able to cover it with a clear bandage.I also wore sunglasses, just in case there were any paparazzi taking my picture. Scars or tired eyes would stand out in photos, and I didn’t need another scandal cooked up by the media."Is there really no way to get in?" I asked with a deep sigh."No. Everything is being tightly guarded," Jessy shook his head.I rested my chin on my hand, which was propped up on the wooden table. My gaze pierced through the cafe window across from Gene's office. We stared at the office door, sealed with yellow police tape. Two police officers had stood almost all day in front of the office door to maintain the perimeter and prevent anyone from entering."It looks like Gene is really closed," I said weakly to Jessy with a vacant look as my hand fiddled with my iced cof
Fenella’s POVAnother week passed, and we reached the end of January. Laird was supposed to rest for another month, but he insisted on going to New York. The first reason was that he couldn't stand his father at home anymore. The second reason was that he couldn't help but miss me.I smiled happily as I recalled how Laird whined like a child to go to New York. He didn't want to be separated from me, he said. That's why, now, I spent all day with him resting in his apartment.However, Laird couldn't fully rest in New York. Prosecutor Golden called us several times to request written testimony. After going unheeded twice, we finally answered the official summons on the third call.“Why are you smiling?”Laird's voice woke my reverie. He leaned in slightly to look at my face from the front. His forehead wrinkled and his eyes narrowed suspiciously.“Oh, no, nothing.”I cleared my throat to get rid of my thoughts about how wonderful it would be to stay with Laird all day. This one week was
Fenella’s POV“Alright, so what should we consider?”My hand tucked the strands of my hair behind my ear. The pen moved quickly to write down each point we had discussed together all day. I made a checklist to keep myself on track with what we needed.“Ready? First, you must legally register the company.” Laird said quickly as his emerald green eyes looked at me and Jessy. This time he sat quietly on the couch and let me scribble on the paper, as opposed to the usual.“What do you need to prepare to apply?” I asked.“I think the first thing is to decide on a company name,” Jessy said back to me.“Well, if you want to get that detailed, then make a company name first.” Laird nodded his head.“Gene?” I suggested, looking up from the paper on my desk.“No. You can't use the same company name as someone else. Gene's company is still legally owned by Alan.” Laird rejected the idea.“What about New Gene? You know, like the New Normal term after the pandemic, remember?” I suggested once agai
Fenella's POV“Please, have a seat.”Laird invited Jessy and me to sit at the long table in the meeting room. We were being hosted as clients by Laird at the Bell, McNaught, & Evans law firm. After we were seated, Laird left the meeting room to retrieve some documents.“Wow, this office is so spacious and luxurious. I never expected Laird to work here. It’s just like in the movies.” Jessy’s mouth hung open as he looked around the meeting room.“Yeah, imagine he’s willing to give all this up to build Racker’s Bite,” I chuckled.For some reason, I felt proud of Laird’s decision. He had dared to leave his grand and comfortable law office to take a big step in building his own small business. To me, what Laird did was a sign that he hadn’t been consumed by wealth and fame.I hoped he would stay that way.“Hey, let’s take a picture of us. This historical moment needs to be shared with the world on our social media,” Jessy pulled out his phone and started taking selfies of us.Over and over
Fenella’s POVI willingly got into the black van, leaving Jessy alone on the sidewalk. I was sure he would immediately contact Laird. Maybe he would explain the situation to him, and Laird would call me right away.Sure enough, my phone rang just minutes after the van had driven away from Laird’s office building. I answered the call immediately.“Hello, Laird.”“Hey, Fenella. What is this about Jessy seeing you being abducted by a black van? He said you willingly got into the vehicle and mentioned it was my father’s men.”Laird asked with tension in his voice. His breath sounded hurried on the phone, but I didn’t want to make him more anxious.Well, yes, I was panicking too because suddenly I had been approached by men in black suits who resembled mafia. However, they mentioned Hugo Evans, Laird’s father. I didn’t want to give his father a bad impression, or I would lose th
Fenella’s POVMy eyes blinked after hearing Mr. Evans' words. My brow furrowed as I tried to understand his reasoning and failed miserably. I remained silent, but eventually, my heart was stirred to dig deeper.“Excuse me? Why is that?” I asked slowly, being careful not to make a misstep.“Because he helped my enemy,” Mr. Evans replied firmly.Again, I could only blink. An enemy? Yes, Laird had told me how Mr. Golden had an affair with his mother. But wasn’t that ten years ago? In fact, Mr. Evans had been busy with his young girlfriend.Still, Laird had helped to do the right thing. I didn’t want to argue with him, but I began to feel that Mr. Evans' disappointment in Laird was beyond reason.“But he helped capture criminals. He has contributed to the community.” I voiced my opinion again and swallowed to ease my nervousness.“You don’t know anything, kid. He helped my arch-enemy without considering my feelings.” Mr. Evans scoffed in frustration. “How dare he? Sometimes Laird can be u
Laird’s POVI took several deep breaths and let them out. I couldn't help but feel uneasy and anxious, and various bad thoughts were raging in my mind. My hands repeatedly smoothed my tie or combed my hair. Hell, I couldn't calm myself down!This wasn't the first time my father had gone this far. Using bodyguards to pick up other people by force, who does he think he is?I hate his methods. He's called the shark of the legal world for a reason. This is how he acts. Stalking, coercing, and making people bend to his will until they're crushed by Hugo Evans' ambition.Now he was after Fenella. He flew from Boston to New York for her. I just knew it.I almost know what my father wants from my girlfriend. Maybe he wants to tell her to stay away like some of the girls I dated at university. It could also be that he wanted to ask about the case involving me and Malgolm Golden together.Whatever it was, I was waiting for a call or mes
Fenella’s POV“Fenella.”“Yes, Laird.”Laird called me right after I arrived at the apartment.“Where are you right now?”“I'm at the apartment,” I replied quickly as I grabbed a glass of mineral water from the dispenser.“Oh, thank goodness. I'm on my way home,” he said.The apartment door opened, and I immediately saw Laird's figure enter. My mouth was slightly agape, with my eyes widening. My forehead wrinkled as I watched him walk in. I glanced at the clock on the table and realized it was 2 p.m.“Fenella,” he called in his distinctively low voice.He stepped inside and met me in the kitchen. I hurriedly set my water glass down on the dining table. For some reason, Laird's face looked different. There was a hint of a happy smile on his face, though the look in his eyes was dark, and I couldn't describe the meaning behind it.“You're home? One second you're calling me, the next you're standing in front of me,” I chuckled.Suddenly, he let down his backpack on the floor. Then he hug