A lone figure of a tall, large built of a man wearing a dark suit sat in a blue office swivel chair. Facing the skyscraper, he gazed absentmindedly at the other smaller buildings laid out in front of him.
His long blonde hair tied in a man bun. His thick eyebrows curved in a frown. His facial hairs added a dangerous allure to that handsome, brooding face.
He should be jubilant at this moment considering the fact that they actually won another pair of bidding against their rival companies. Adding millions of dollars to their family-owned company's portfolio.
Nonetheless, that didn't modify his boiling temper. The man's aura was dark and a hazardous thunderstorm was hovering within arm's reach.
The sunset in the horizon didn't seem to quell the flames of negative emotions in his body.
A while ago, he received a phone call from a private investigator whom he hired almost five years ago to search for someone.
The slithery target slipped into their noses several times. Finding that individual became testing because of the phoney name it used previously as an identification.
A fake identity. Something no one anticipated to perceive after all these years.
He could impeccably understand the reasoning behind that fabrication, however, what astounded him the most was the knowledge of the other person's presence.
His sexy lips pursed, he rubbed his lower lip with his right index finger out of habit. His mind running wild and defiant.
After a few minutes, he closed his eyes and clenched his right fist tightly.
Remembering the phone call that he never anticipated to receive today.
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A few minutes ago...
DM Incorporation
"Congratulations, Mister Morrison! We outbid both the Böem and Globotrend Industries in one go!"
Aaron grinned while clapping David's back. "That's thanks to all of your hard work. I'm going to reward the team for their efforts. Call the HR Department for me. Tell Mister Devjan, to call me before he leaves the office today." Referring to the Chief Officer of the HR Department.
David bit his lower lip in anticipation while fixing his eyeglasses on his face. His smile widened.
"Yes! Right away, sir!" He was guessing that their big boss would offer them cash rewards once again. As he usually does, when they successfully negotiate new business transactions.
David was about to leave his boss' executive office room when he suddenly remembered something.
"Ah, Mister Morrison, Zoey said your father called during our meeting with the Böem's." Zoey's David's assistant secretary. He took his big boss' private cellular phone from his trousers' left pocket and set it down on top of the boss' office desk.
"He wanted to inform you that Mrs. Morrison is back and they're expecting you for dinner at seven in your family home tonight. And..."
David started rummaging for something inside his breast pocket once again. While Aaron seated himself in front of his massive office desk, reaching for a folder of a new business proposal to read.
"Here it is." David opened the crumpled small paper and started reading the written notes in it. "A certain Mister Büsse called. He said to tell you these words precisely 'ik fand si'."
Aaron stiffened. His light coloured blue eyes turned into dark blue. It was a news he didn't expect to hear.
"I'm sorry if I didn't get that right sir but I asked Mister Büsse repeatedly to translate it into English but he refused. Instead, he consistently told me to tell you these words precisely."
"Ich fand sie..." (I found her...)
Aaron corrected the sentence for him.
"Come again, sir?", David asked curiously.
Aaron shook his head slightly and dismissed David. "You may go now. And please, lock the door when you leave. I want to be alone for a while. Don't let anyone come inside."
"Y-yes, noted Mister Morrison." David left frowning. He was puzzled. His boss' mood suddenly shifted in an instant.
The huge office door closed gently and a click was heard. The owner of the company was locked inside that big room, alone with his thoughts.
Suddenly, Aaron reached for his phone and dialled the number of someone else. The name Büsse flashed on the caller ID.
The other phone rang incessantly.
His left hand holding his phone, trembled slightly as he waited for the receiver to answer his call.
"Hallo."
(Hello.)
"Grüsse Herr Morrison. Endlich habe ich sie nach all den Jahren gefunden!"
(Greetings, Mister Morrison. At last, I found her after all these years.)
Aaron cleared his throat.
"Das ist eine großartige Nachricht, Herr Büsse."
(That's great news, Mister Büsse.)
"Sehr wohl. Ich bin froh, dass ich gut abgeschnitten habe."
(Very well. I'm happy that I did well.)
The man laughed out loud on the other line. Obviously proud of his accomplishments.
"Ich habe auch ihren Sohn gesehen."
(I also saw her son)
"Ein Sohn?"
(A son?)
Aaron frowned. That information got his attention instantly.
"Ja, genau. Ich habe ein paar Fotos und Videos an Ihre E-Mail geschickt."
(Yes, exactly. I sent a pair of photos and Videos to your E-mail.)
"Alles klar! Vielen Dank, Herr Büsse. Sie werden dafür sehr belohnt werden."
(It's all good! Thank you, Mister Büsse. You will be greatly rewarded for this.)
"Na gut, auf Wiederhören."
(All right, goodbye.)
The german private investigator knew he would be paid double for his good job.
Then the line cut off.
Aaron immediately accessed his office E-mail and searched for the letter Mister Büsse sent him.
His blue eyes darkened in anticipation, as he opened the attachments posted on Büsse's E-mail.
However, instead of a smile, he frowned in displeasure.
One photo was of a smiling, dark shoulder length short-haired, beautiful woman wearing a floral, yellow dress, carrying a bouquet of white roses and a small, red backpack.
A face that never in a million years would he ever forget.
The photo so vividly captured every single detail of her lovely features. She put on a little weight since the last time he saw her. Her long, wavy black hair was gone. The silky hair that he liked about her.
The woman was talking to another lady. It looked like they were standing in front of a school yard.
Then disregarding the other photo in the attachment details, he opened a video option instead which aggravated his interest the most.
The video showed the woman in question. She was sitting squatted and was leaning while talking to a small boy. She opened the Iron Man school backpack she carries and took out a vacuum insulated water bottle for him.
Aaron took a sharp, indrawn, ragged breath. He became restrained.
A blonde boy with blue eyes? There was no mistake about it. The child in the recording was an exact carbon copy of his father.
A clueless father, with no prior knowledge of his child's existence.
Aaron read the affixed texts on the lower part of the video.
Miss Catherine Meza (27/F) and her son, Tyler Meza (4/M)
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Taking several deep breaths, Aaron attempted to quiet down his restless spirit.
By the time he opened his eyes again, blue fires were coming out from it.
Only one name circled his head continuously.
Catherine Meza...
You may have run away beforehand, pretending that what occurred between us was nothing but a one-time thing.
I won't allow you to disregard that.
You can't hide from me any longer.
Aaron gritted his teeth. His strong jawline almost snapped.
Especially now, you had my son.
An ominous smile cracked from his lips.
It's now or never.
I'll come to you and posses you.
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Author's Notes:
ß - is read as double S
The written conversation between our ML (male lead) and PI (private investigator) was in German language.
Aaron studied german in school.