Arcana

Four

"What! I've told you to never move out in the dark alone," Sandra blurted in horror surprised of what she just said.

"What's the use? If you were there, you'd have also almost be a victim," Morgan replied.

"So did you get hurt?" Sandra asked, her voice heavy with concern.

"No," Morgan answered, fiddling with her car keys. "Someone saved me."

"Who?" Sandra pressed further getting more interested now. "Who's this guy?"

"How are you sure it's a guy?" Morgan asked dropping the keys on the table and facing Sandra.

Sandra smiled. "Of course it would. Like you said, another girl being there would just make her almost a victim too. You should know that," She said.

"Wow you used my words against me," Morgan muttered, loud enough for Sandra to hear.

Sandra ignored her and leaned forward at Morgan. "So, who's this lucky guy?" She asked again.

"I hate to admit this," Morgan said, reducing her voice to a whisper.

Sandra leaned away. " Be outspoken. This office is soundproof anyway."

"I know that,"Morgan snarled at her. "Anyway it's Rude."

"Rude? Who's rude?" Sandra asked, perplexed.

"The rude what,"Morgan said reluctantly.

It took a brief moment for Sandra to realise.

"The hottie? Oh my gosh how cool did he fight them off?" Sandra asked, childishly.

"Don't make it sound like that. I hated and still hate the encounter," Morgan pointed out but Sandra ignored her.

"So did you walk together after he rescued you?" Sandra pressed further. Morgan fiddled with her keys again.

"Now don't tease me. I said I hated..."

"Wait a moment," Sandra chipped in. "You didn't thank him? Now what did you do?"

Morgan immediately felt guilty and more guilty when she remembered what she did; how she stamped on my foot and left me in pains. But she dismissed it too quick.

"Oh my gosh Ms. Morgan, you must always be thankful," Sandra pointed out. "He deserves not only your appreciation but your apology now. I'm going to tell your Father."

She stood up but Morgan reached out and caught her. " Please don't tell him. Let the matter end her."

Sandra turned to look at her face and said," I'm not promising that."

Many days passed and I was getting back to being financially strong and soon I will apply for college again. It was a Friday and I was happy because it means rest is near. Even God rested so why shouldn't I?

I was cleaning away spilt coffee on the counter with a rag when I saw the blonde who rushed in that day. She was always here exactly 7:30 to get coffees and even asked for reservations. She reminded me just of my Dad when he used to be a personal assistant although I don't know of whom.

She came gently to the counter this time not rushing like she always did.

"Two coffees?" I asked bringing out the reservations I had made.

"Well not only that," She said accepting the coffees before placing an envelope on the table.

"What's this?" I asked, taking the envelope.

"You'll see,"She said and walked out.

I saw a little note on the envelope and my eyes widened as I read it.

From: Putin Global

To: Todd Thomas.

I sat, opened the envelope and read it content.

Dear Mr. Thomas,

This is a letter directly from Mr. Monsell Edgecombe the CEO of Putin Global. It is however semi-official for I wish to thank you for saving my daughter, Mrs Morgan...

I paused to remember saving someone. Not long I remember how I saved her and received a stamp on my foot as a reward. The thought of it brought back a twinge of pain from my foot. Then I continued to read.

... this deed of which I just found out.

Come over to my house tomorrow(using the address inside the envelope) for I shall be unavailable today and we shall discuss your reward. I shall be expecting you.

Putin Global Inc,

Mr. Edgecombe.

It was hard to believe so I checked for the address. It was there along with a pass ticket. I almost went crazy.

Morgan hated the fact that Sandra told her Father of how the rude waiter saved her. If course, she left out the part of how they met. Now Mr. Edgecombe was interrogating her.

"So you wouldn't have told me if Sandra didn't? Why? He saved you, didn't he?" he asked.

A shrug preceded her response," I found it unnecessary."

"Did you even thank him?" he asked further.

Morgan hated to remember that part so she ignored it.

When she didn't answer, he said,"Gosh your mom spoilt you."

"I'm forced to disagree with you on that, Father because I inherited right from you. You treat the low class like trash, don't you," Morgan said knowing fully she was not supposed to. But she continued. "Like the case of Mr..."

Her Father cleared his throat. "Enough of that. And don't bring that up again. Also this is a different case because he's your saviour," he pointed out.

"That's what I told her," Sandra added and Morgan turned to snarl at her. Sandra answered with a smile.

"Well I'm going to reward him on how I view him and his future plans," Mr. Edgecombe decided. "You may leave."

"Just don't overdo things, Father,"Morgan said and stood. "You've never succeed in doing anything good."

Sandra pinched her hands and they walked out of the office. Mr. Edgecombe didn't react; he just buried his face in his hands.