Uninvited love

What a day

Episode nine

Narrator's pov

The next day, Leslie set out to finalize the land issue. She arrived at the Devon company, brisk and impatient.

“Good morning,” she greeted the receptionists. “I need to see Mr. Devon regarding my property.”

One of them, a young woman with perfectly coifed hair, looked hesitant. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Mr. Devon… he’s dead. His family is still at the burial grounds.”

Leslie froze for a moment, then laughed bitterly. “Of all the timing… now? Fine. I’ll come back later.” She spun on her heel and left the office, jaw tight with irritation.

Meanwhile, at the so-called burial, the officiant was giving a speech about the late Mr. Devon. The crowd murmured in respect, some wiping tears from their eyes. Christian bit his lip until it nearly bled as he stepped forward, speaking in measured, rehearsed tones about his father’s virtues.

On the sidelines, Clara almost burst out laughing, knowing how fake it all was. Every word, every gesture had been carefully orchestrated to make outsiders believe their father was dead.

After the ceremony, the family returned home. Christian retreated to his study, running through strategies and plans, his mind a storm. The phone rang — his father’s assistant, Samuel.

“Good evening, sir. I’m sorry about today…” Samuel began.

Christian cut him off sharply. “Skip the pleasantries. What happened?”

“Sir, a lady… Leslie Innocence… came to the office today about the land project. She claims the construction overlaps her property and insists on seeing Mr. Devon tomorrow, regardless of his passing. She even threatened to call in a construction crew to reclaim it herself.”

Christian leaned back, smirking. “She said that?”

“Yes, sir. She’s firm — she’ll be there tomorrow at eight.”

“Eight? That’s too early.”

“She said she doesn’t care, sir.”

Christian rubbed his eyes, then snapped his fingers. “Prepare the Jeep. I’ll be taking it tomorrow. And I need a full summary of the office situation tonight — partners, investors, sponsors, share percentages, everything. I want all the information ready.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll prepare it tonight.”

“Good. And Samuel… remember, everyone still thinks my father is dead. Keep that quiet.”

“Of course, sir. Good night.”

Later that evening, Leslie sat in her room, her mother calling her.

“Mommy,” Leslie answered wearily.

“Yes, darling?” her mother said.

“Can you believe it? That man’s dead… or at least everyone thinks he is.

I was invited, but I didn’t go Stella said .

And the burial… it seems rushed. Something fishy is going on.” Leslie said in suspicion

Her mother sighed. “Leslie, let it be.

Tomorrow, I'll go early — around seven. Not eight — seven. I need to see my property.”

“And the Korean package, it was from my ex-husband?” Leslie asked.

“Do not collect it until you see the name. You know better now, okay mummy??

“Fine" Stella muttered. I’m exhausted — my back, my everything aches. I need sleep.” Leslie said while going upstairs

“Then rest, darling. Tomorrow is another day.” Her mother says.

Leslie went up, collapsing on her bed. Her mind raced with thoughts of the overlapping land, and the inevitable confrontation with the Devon company. She clenched her fists. Tomorrow, she would face them — no more delays, no more pretense.