Richard returned back to his suite after the party thinking about the lady in the red dress. He was still puzzled, how could she had disappeared immediately he set eyes on her. Another question popped in his mind, 'What if it was her?'
He clenched his teeth hard as he remembered what the woman did to him three years ago.
He made up his mind to find out the woman in the red dress was to clear his conscience.
The next morning, he got his personal assistant to do some research on the guests of the party he went to last night. He specifically asked for the Intel of the girl that wore the unique red dress. He was willing to do anything to find that woman wearing the dress because he knew it was a one of its kind, though it could have been recreated but Richard doubted it.
Claire was busy gathering information for her new program when Mr Royston summoned her to his office.
"Good morning, Mr Royston," She greeted bowing her head slightly at the man when she entered.
"Beautiful morning Miss Claire, please have your seat."He gestured to the seat in front of him, it seemed like he was in a good mood. She smiled politely and took her seat.
"Miss Winston, our company is in need of a representative to have an interview with the CEO of a very influential and big cooperation on a project they are working on."
Claire's listened with rapt attention.
"So I have decided that you will do that interview as you are one of our best correspondent, "He said handing her some files containing some informations she needed to know.
"This will be very helpful for our media house,"
Mr Royston finished with a big, hopeful smile.
Claire couldn't help but feel proud of the responsibility vested on her.
Claire returned back to station and went through the files given to her and her mouth hung open. The name of the company to be interviewed seemed familiar and she recollected some many memories she tried hard to forget.
Richard listened as Bob read out his schedule for the day but he kept thinking about the lady in red dress. After Bob read his schedule, Richard asked him about the girl he wanted to research on.
"I did the research and I could not find much Intel on her, all I found out was that she came to the party with her friend who is Miss Dove Nathan."
"Is that all you could find?"
"I found out that Miss Dove is the daughter of the prestigious Nathan family," Bob said. It had been difficult for him to find out who Miss Dove was.
"Interesting, but I need information on the lady in red. I don't care about her friend."
Richard angrily dismissed Bob who walked out of his office slightly devastated. Richard then conclude that he would look into it himself.
Claire was still mesmerized by the files she was given. She knew there could be possibilities it might not be what she was thinking but the fear would not just go away. The time for the interview was getting close so she left her office to tell her boss that she was about to leave.
Richard's anger made him grow impatient so he left the office early not even listening to Bob who kept telling him he had several meeting to attend. He told Bob to postpone the meetings he needed to clarify things.
Claire arrived at the company where the interview was to be held. As she alighted from the cab she boarded she saw a man running after another man in a fine looking suit. She unintentionally noticed the quality of the suit even though the man did not turn her way. She looked away and made her way to the reception and greeted the receptionist with a big smile which was adequately returned. She stated the reason for her presence.
"You mean you are here for an interview with the CEO?" The receptionist asked.
"Yes," Claire replied and nodded.
"I'm sorry ma'am but you won't be able to meet him today because he just made his way out and he would not be back for the rest of the day."
on hearing this Claire's mind immediately remembered the men she met on her way in. Suddenly, she took to her heels and ran down to where the scene she witnessed earlier had taken place but she was too late. The car just accelerated away already.