BOOKSDRAMA Chapter 33
Waking up the next day, Arianne Wynn went straight to the office without having breakfast. A huge stack of documents had appeared mysteriously on her desk, causing Arianne to frown.
"Whose are these?"
Someone spoke in a whisper from the side, "Mr. Donn assigned them to you. Have you offended him? He's tossed almost everything in the department to you. You most probably have to work overtime today..."
Arianne said nothing, having already guessed this was his spiteful revenge for yesterday's rejection and embarrassment, and sat down to work accordingly.
She received a text message during lunch that read, "I'm Aery Kinsey's mother. Let's meet. I'll wait for you at Mocha café."
Rummaging through her memory, Arianne did not remember the name Aery Kinsey, so she replied, "I don't know an Aery Kinsey."
She received another text briefly. "It suffices that I know you. See you there."
For no particular reason, the face of the woman whom Mark Tremont brought along to the airport popped out in Arianne's mind suddenly. It was as if this force enticed her curiosity.
When lunchtime arrived, Arianne left the office to the café called Mocha. Its patrons were a middle to high class crowd, so the ambiance was quiet.
Entering the door, she received another text. "I'm at table no.4 by the window."
Arianne looked over to see a middle-aged woman in an elegant black fur coat seated there. She was unable to make out her face since the woman's head was dipped to look at her phone.
"Aery Kinsey's mother?" Arianne went over and sat down.
When the woman looked up, Arianne was flummoxed, feeling like her blood ran cold that split second....
"Yes. I'm Helen Cameran. How do I address you?" The woman wore a pretty smile that belonged to the mannerism of an affluent mistress.
Arianne felt like her throat constricting as she stared at the familiar yet foreign face before her, unable to produce a syllable.
Helen Cameran frowned. "You don't have to be nervous. I have something to talk to you about, but it's not serious. How about you order a drink?"
Arianne's hands were balled into fists with her fingernails unknowingly stabbed deeply into her palms. Some time had passed when she found her voice back.
"No need, Mrs. Cameran. What is the matter? We can skip the small talk, I'm busy."
Helen Cameran was rather displeased with the girl's stoic tone though she did not show it, picking up her coffee gracefully and taking a sip.
"My daughter is dating Mark
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Tremont. I hope that you can stay away from him. Judging by the way you dress you dress, you aren't a match for someone like Mark Tremont anyway. No need to embarrass yourself. You won't reap much benefit when he gets bored and dumps you. Instead, name me a price." Content belongs to Novelxo.org
A hostile chuckle escaped Arianne. "I'd just like to know how you've gotten my contact."
Helen Cameran toyed with the enormous diamond ring on her finger. "You don't have to know. Let's talk if you are open to negotiation. If not, then assume we didn't meet here today."
Arianne's voice had a barely
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noticeable quiver. "I'm only curious why you didn't make a proper investigation of my background when looking for my contact. Come find me after you check for yourself who I am!" Content belongs to Novelxo.org
Watching as Arianne's retreating back faded in the distance, Helen Cameran was quite perplexed. She called Aery Kinsey.
"Darling, you've only given me the
woman's number. Did you look into who she is? I've met her today, somehow she was indifferent when I mentioned money. She's not easy to get rid of..." Content belongs to Novelxo.org
Aery Kinsey's voice was filled with contempt on the other end of the line.
"Look at her pathetic self. Does it matter who she is? I don't care. Mom, you must make her disappear from being around Mark. I hate her! I get irritated whenever I see that face of hers!"
Helen Cameran had always been docile against Aery Kinsey's spoilt behavior. She chuckled and left her a promise, then dialed another set of numbers.
"Investigate someone for me."