Unluckily Fated With the Billionaire

Encounter 2: Background Check

"L-Liam... Aidan Mirren?" I exclaimed after I read the card. What?

No way, he can't be THAT Liam Mirren, right?

When I looked in the direction he walked to earlier, he was no longer there. Why did he give me his card? Does he know that I'm his counselor? Was it a coincidence? Or did he give it to me just to brag that he's a CEO and isn't a bag thief?

No matter the reason, I don't know if I'll ever get to recover from the events that happened today.

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"Ella, I'm going home now, you should go too after you finish closing, hmm?" I told my secretary who was currently shuffling through different papers. Today was such a busy day too, there was a line of patients, but fortunately, the hotline phone never rang.

"Oh, about that, Doctor, someone just made an appointment when you were getting ready to leave earlier. I was just about to tell you." Ella sheepishly smiled at me and looked at the time.

"Is that so? Will the patient be coming right now? There's still a little time left, it won't hurt to do some overtime to help others, right?" I said and started taking off my coat and put on the white doctor's coat and went back to my office. I busied myself while waiting by surfing through the internet with my computer, when the door finally opened, signaling that the last patient for today finally came.

"Welcome to MD Psychology Clinic, I am Doctor Mendez, how can I―" I stopped speaking when I turned to the person who just came in, my eyes going wide at the sight in front of me.

"Y-you..." I pointed at the man who was staring at me as if I had just grown two heads.

"We finally met. In person. For the second time." He said and made himself comfortable in the chair in front of my desk.

"S-second time? You knew it was me back then? How?" I asked, bewildered. Was that the reason he gave me his business card? How did he know how I looked like?

"Ms. Mendez, this is a counseling session, and it's supposed to be about me, not you." He said and smirked. Why were those words so familiar?

"Mr. Mirren, this is a counseling hotline, and it's supposed to be about you, not me. If you're not ready to share your problem, it's alright, as I said, take your time. I will listen." I repeated my words from earlier to make it clear to him. After I spoke, the other line went silent, and he then abruptly ended the call.

What? How dare he use my words against me!

"Those are my words!" I exclaimed, but when I realized what I had just done, I immediately shut my mouth and tried regaining my composure back into a professional's.

"Hmm? Were you the one who created those words? I never saw your name on one of my textbooks when I was still studying." He mocked. This person, really! He was already getting on my nerves even when we were still talking on the hotline, and he even got into it more now that we're talking in person!

"You made an appointment quite late, Mr. Mirren, but I'll do my best to still help you. Would you like to finally open up now?" I flashed a fake smile and acted as if I'm doing something with the computer.

"I came to collect your debt." He said and crossed his arms while looking emptily at the wall in front of him.

Debt? How did I become indebted to this man?

"Your expression is telling me that you're wondering how you became indebted to me." He stated in a matter-of-fact tone. I had to muster all my strength to stop myself from rolling my eyes.

Thanks, Captain Obvious.

"Should I enumerate it? Alright. First, I saved you from those group of thugs―"

"You snatched my bag! I got dragged with my own accord, so I was the one who saved myself." I exclaimed once again. Just how many outbursts will I make in front of this annoying man?

"Your logic is so bad for a psychologist. Anyway, I saved you, no matter what way I did it. Second―" He halted and then pointed the right side of his face.

What was I supposed to do with that? Slap it?

"Your bag swinging skills are great, and I must admit that they hurt. I deserve an apology or payment for that." He said and caressed his face, then smirked at me. If only I wasn't going to get reprimanded for hurting a patient, I would've kicked his handsome yet irritating face already.

What? He's handsome, I could admit that, but not to his face. He only looks 0.1% better than Lucas, anyway.

"Between the two of us, I'm the one who deserves an apology for all the words you've told me back on the hotline and the day we met. And payment, really? Weren't you rich enough and would never need to steal from others, especially from someone who almost got beat up by a group of thugs, Chief Executive Officer Mirren? Or are you just a con artist who deceives others by telling them you're a CEO?" It was my turn to smirk now. But opposite to what I was expected, his grin just grew bigger, and I could tell that he's doing all his best not to laugh at what I just said.

Calm down, my middle finger. He's still a patient no matter how annoying he is.

"Are you living in a cave? You even have a computer in front of you, why not just look me up?"

"Why would I? I'm not interested enough to search you up."

But didn't you almost get into danger because you were curious about him the last day?

I shook off my thoughts and just glared at him. His grin still wasn't faltering, and although it was annoying, he really looks good with it. And no, I am not cheating with Lucas, I just knew how to appreciate good things.

"Is that so? Alright, then. Thanks for the counseling, Dr. Mendez." He said and left a hefty amount of money in front of me then went straight to the door and waved his hand a little before leaving.

“What in the tarnation?”

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The moment I got home, I was still overflowing with rage. It’s been a miracle that I got home and drove without beating the hell out of my car’s steering wheel and angrily honking at the other shitty drivers on the road. But instead of throwing a rage or releasing my anger, I was just staring into empty space while I do my nightly routines.

“Stop bugging me, you goddamned Liam Mirren!” I whisper-shouted. When I was finally in bed, I just realized that my laptop was opened wide as if it was staring into me and waiting for me to finally type.

“Nope, I am not searching you up.”

Sike.

“Alright, alright. Let’s do a background check, hmm? But this is purely for his consultation matters with me as a patient. Or maybe I could also use this to have some witch curse him?” I mumbled as I type the words, Liam Mirren, at the search bar.

Liam Aidan Mirren. 30 years old. One of the most well-sought bachelors in the country. Chief Executive Officer and apparent heir of the Mirren Group of Companies, a business conglomerate in the field of investments, finance, and real estate. His father, Lincoln Aislyn Mirren, is the current chairman and the son of Mirren Group’s founder. He has a younger brother, Link Aiden Mirren, who is currently managing their company branch overseas as a director. His mother, Adelaide Mirren, is the company’s vice president. Mirren group and their family itself are regarded highly in the business world with their clean image, net worth, awards, and skills.

“Wow, damn. What have I gotten myself into?” I gasped after reading a few articles related to him and his family. I also browsed and looked for their pictures, and I must say that their looks indeed run in their genes. I mean, their parents are in their late 50’s and yet they don’t even look like it!

Liam himself doesn’t even look like he’s in his 30’s.

So that means that I’m 2 years younger than him. And yet, he’s so freaking childish! Not to mention, he’s already a billionaire at such a young age. No wonder he’s a very well-sought bachelor.

As I was scrolling for more of their pictures, I can’t help but notice that his younger brother, Link Aiden, has some similarities with Liam. Well, of course, they're brothers. But as I went deeper, I found one strange picture.

It’s their family portrait, but this time, there was a girl included. It was never mentioned in the articles that the Mirrens have a daughter, but I can’t be mistaken. The girl looks very much like their father, Lincoln Aislyn Mirren.

And she’s kinda familiar? Something’s telling me that I either knew her personally or I may have had a close relationship with her.

I must’ve been imagining things. It’s already very late and my job has been quite stressing me out these days, thanks to a certain someone, so I decided to just sleep it off.