Chapter 3
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Emily
I was grinning from ear to ear when I collected my keys from the receptionist. Today has been a good day so far. I don't think I'd be able to sleep.
I smiled till I got to my room. I smiled all through my night routine. I was still smiling when I got under the covers. Do not blame me. I just couldn't tame the butterflies in my stomach.
When I entered the lobby earlier, my eyes were drawn to the handsome young man standing in front of the receptionist. He reminded me of someone.
He was tall with broad shoulders, and his chiseled jawline accentuated his sharp features. His hair was a dark, tousled mess that seemed to only add to his rugged charm.
He wore a simple white t-shirt that hugged his toned arms and chest, and his jeans clung to his muscular legs. As he chatted with the receptionist, his deep, melodic voice filled the room and caught the attention of everyone within earshot.
But it was his piercing blue eyes that truly captivated me. They were like crystal clear pools that seemed to reflect the world around him. As our eyes met, I felt a strange pull, as if we had met before in some other life.
I tore my gaze away, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment at my staring. But I couldn't help stealing a few more glances at the handsome young man before making myself noticed; wondering who he was and what his story might be.
Daniel is such a gentleman. He even offered to be my tourist guide. Well, let's see how it goes.
Daniel
I beeped Hardy to come pick me up from the White House. And not long after, he was there with the truck.
I got in and he drove off almost immediately.
"How was your date?" Hardy asked after a long silence.
I glanced at him.
"I didn't go on a date." I simply said.
Hardy giggled.
"Dude. I am serious. We just went for a walk. That's all."
"Okay."
"Do you think she could be working for Jordan Inc? I heard they have an art exhibition center. Do you think she might be working there?"
Hardy stared at me like was uttering gibberish. I felt uncomfortable with the stares.
"You should stop staring. Do you want to get us killed?"
"Boss. Why are you concerned about her job?"
I cleared my throat. It just doesn't sit right with me if she's working at Mike Johnson's company. They might even be close. Oh my goodness! Were they close? I quickly wave the thought off.
"Boss," Hardy called
I jolted out of my thought.
"Are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost." Hardy said.
"I sent something to your phone. I need full information about it."
"An investigation? I thought you said nothing good comes out of investigating."
"Shut up and do as you are told." I activated the boss mode in me and Hardy quietened.
"Drive to the shore. We have more mysteries to unravel."
For the past few days now, going to the shore at night has been more of a necessity than a habit. New surprises keep coming in. I wonder what we will find tonight.
A few days ago, we saw some sea animals afloat. That was unusual, fishes do not stay afloat if they are alive. If they do, why would I stress following a proper fishing procedure?
It happened the second day as well. So, we decided to run some tests on the sea animals. I don't want to believe the sea is contaminated. This was a major source of income for Sanel Beach inhabitants.
Hardy packed a little bit far away from the shore this time. We walked the rest of the journey. Whose idea? My idea.
It was so calm at the shore. Only the chirping of birds could be heard from the distance.
We checked for anything unusual but we found nothing. Hardy and I used a fishing line at two different locations. The fishes we caught were perfectly fine.
Okay. This should be normal, right? But then, it doesn't seem right to me. For two days now, we come here to meet dead fish.
"Wrap them up. We are taking them to Greg."
"Boss. I was hoping we would eat this one."
"Eat it and die." I removed my gloves as I walked to the truck. Who the heck is playing with my intelligence?
The local fishermen will be here tomorrow. They come here every three days. Will the shore still be fine by then? What was the worst-case scenario? Death. I waved it off. It shouldn't be as bad as that yet.
Emily
I woke up late. I could feel the reflection of sunlight through the curtains. I yawned and stretched. Just then, my phone rang. It was Sarah. I picked it at the first ring.
"Bestie" she screamed
"Sarah. You need to stop your habit of screaming anytime you call."
"Are you just waking up? Girl, you sound awful. Are you sick?"
I sat up and adjusted my night dress.
"I'm not sick. I'm just waking up."
"Get out of bed. You are becoming lazy. Aren't you going anywhere today?"
"I don't know and I can't do anything else If you keep nagging on the phone."
"Hmm...okay. I'll call you later."
"Okay."
I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. I checked the mirror. f**k! I look awful. I did my routine, then proceeded downstairs for breakfast.
"Morning Caryn." I mouthed a greeting to the receptionist as I dropped my keys.
I sauntered toward the restaurant from yesterday. There weren't too many people in there. I guess I could come to sit here and get some job done.
"Coffee, please," I said to the waiter.
"Okay. Coffee coming right up." I heard him say.
I stared at the window while I gently sip my coffee. The view here is nice. Why does a beautiful place like this have to be far away from the city? It could have been an amusement park. Many people would have visited.
"Hi, gorgeous."
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