The CEO's ex-wife is a famous lawyer

Chapter Three

Ramirez pov

"Mr Gonzalez! Mr Gonzalez! Mr Gonzalez! Are you there!"The words seemed to be from a dream but I wasn't dreaming. No. I was in a meeting with some of my directors discussing the launch of a new product and there and then, I found myself completely lost in thought, and day dreaming by her. You know who I'm talking about. I don't need to describe her, or tell you her name; except that she took a part of me away when she left. "Yes Pedro, I'm here!" I lied. A big lie because I was far away, in another realm with the sole purpose of looking for her. "Raphael, can you go over the details from the previous week," I requested. "Yes sir."My company—not mine but the one I inherited from my father—majored in the telecommunications sector. Our expertise was in technology and innovation and we were about to launch the mobile technology capable of predicting the life span of an individual accurately but I was lost in the whole process. Of course because of her. I shoved whatever thoughts aside to give Pedro the attention needed and believe me, they kept coming back. And they chose that crucial day, and that very crucial moment, among the rest of the 365 days in a year, to disturb my attention. Funny. But even more funny was when a buzz came from my cell phone. Another distraction, but I must get this one."Continue Pedro!" I ordered when I noticed he was about to stop the presentation. If we were to go by my way, we certainly wouldn't get it done.I stared at the caller ID for a few seconds. Not the call I was expecting so I slid the end button. Back to Pedro. "As you know, this section is capable of predicting how many yeard an individual has got to—"Another buzz. I contemplated getting it but there was this slight tendency that Teresa may be the one calling. It's her call I wanted to see. Again, I stared at the screen. No caller ID but some random digits but my tracker tracked the call to an unfamiliar location. St Michael Hospital, it read. Pedro was still talking but I couldn't make sense of what he was saying. My fingers moved towards the end button, but dragged towards the receive button at the very last second. "Hello!"I pushed backward and excused myself. "Is this Mr Gonzalez" a thick voice at the other end came forth and I wondered who it was. "Yes. Who am I speaking with?""Your number was listed as an emergency contact…"After listening for a few seconds, I slid the cell phone back to my pocket. "Pedro, I have somewhere to be right now. Call James, tell him to meet me outside," "Yes sir," he answered. I dashed outside with nothing on my mind but Reena. Hope she is fine? Hope she didn't do anything stupid this time?Soon, I found myself in the vast parking lot of the office building. I hopped in when James swung the door open. "Destination sir!""St Michael hospital!" My voice was firm even though they came from a worried man. "That's strange."Yeah, I know. Strange doesn't even explain the situation. The last I remember going to the hospital was to visit Mr Andrews, my director in charge of logistics. My dad passed on and I didn't get to be in a hospital or even say goodbye. I hope they unravel the cause of the crash soon. But I was heading to a hospital instead of being in a meeting all because of some crazy girl who wouldn't let me be. The car barely screeched to a halt when I stepped out. And soon, I traced Ward 16 where I saw Reena all stitched up and wrapped in bandages. Her crazy ass decided to get herself involved in some accident. Was it to have my attention? Or so she could move in with me? I couldn't tell but it must be one of the two. But seeing her left leg all stretched up and hanging onto a support from the ceiling, she certainly did have my attention. "Hey, are you OK?" my most sympathetic tone came forth, and I meant it because I felt sorry for her. She barely moved her head and when she did, I heard some quack sound and I thought her neck might break at any moment. She barely moved. Her lips moved but I couldn't hear a damn thing. And I felt guilty. Had I not asked her to leave the apartment when she moved in without my consent, none of this would have ever happened. But I shoved the guilt aside. I was not to blame. Besides, I fired Mrs Jones for not doing her job properly. I was not about to let anyone temper the room I shared with Teresa, or any of the things I bought for her. Imagine moving Teresa's clothes out of her room. That's what pissed me off the most. I sighed. The doctor gave his word that she would be fine. I pray her crazy ass doesn't do anything stupid before that time. I would be back to pay the bills, to at least relieve me of the guilt. But I left a meeting, and I was not about to lose another contract all because of some crazy lady who couldn't stay put. I signaled to James, who swung the door open. But I paused when a buzz came forth. Buzzing cellphones was one of the curse that accompanied being a CEO. And my father was no different. "Hello!"I slid the cellphone back to my suit jacket after listening. "Turn around James. We are going back to the hospital," I ordered. James sensed my change in tone. "Is everything alright sir?" he asked. But I was not about to drop the details of the phone call yet. "Just drive. And hurry up before she gets away!" I implored. But Reena was nowhere to be found when we got there. Were we too late? Of course not. It was barely five minutes when the call came in. My guess was that someone must be pulling the strings. Even the doctors couldn't explain her whereabouts. All they saw were some bandages and stitches. But I must find her, and every other accomplice to know what really happened to my father in that ill-fated plane crash.