Chapter 4: Job Hunting

Raymart doesn’t know what comes to his mind and a private investigator is in front of him. He tried to seek advice from a therapist and Raymart him told all the things that he had been through for the following days. But he got no wholesome feedback from the therapist. Instead, Raymart was just asked to rest before ending their session with a smile on the therapist’s face.

"Good morning, Mr. Guerrero. What can I do for you?"

Raymart seated properly and licked his lips before answering the question of the private investigator. “I want you to find Alma Bella P. Rama.”

He cursed himself after he said that. Because Raymart felt the words that he had said before were stabbing his throat to death.

“Ahm, is everything all right?”

“Yes, don’t mind me. Just do your job.”

“Okay. What do you want to know about Mrs. Rama?”

“MISS.” he corrected.

“Fuck you for calling her Missus. Not yet.” Raymart whispered to hisself.

The private investigator swallowed his saliva because of the way Raymart looked at him, but, he immediately composed himself and talked. “O-oh, sorry. I mean Ms. Rama.”

Raymart sighed heavily and clasped his hands on the table. “Know her location, condition, and anything important that is connected to her.”

“Copy that.”

“Thank you. Give me what you got next week, okay?”

"Sure."

Raymart nodded in response, then, his hired private investigator left.

#

After one week, Raymart’s hired private investigator came back. He is carrying a briefcase while walking inside his office. Raymart immediately stops reading the documents on his desk and invites the private investigator to be seated in the chair in front of his table.

“So, how is it?” he impatiently asked.

The private investigator opened the briefcase and got the folder inside before handing it to him. Raymart accepts the folder and flips it. He scanned the data inside until he was satisfied before smiling gently at his private investigator.

"Thank you, Mr. Panchio."

#

Alma is walking on the sidewalk while fanning herself using her personal data that is inside a brown envelope. She has already applied to many companies, but she still sees no chance if she got a job at all.

How could Alma be so sure if what the HR told her was ‘we’ll call you.’ or ‘we’ll see if there is an available position.’.

Alma is exhausted and hungry, but she cannot do anything at all because public transportation is still inaccessible to her location. That’s why, Alma does not have a choice but to walk under the ranging rays of the sun. She just shook her head whenever people stared at her. Because they looked at her as if they had seen a ghost by the way their eyes widened and covered their mouths.

“What is their problem?”

Alma got the small mirror inside her sling bag, and she gasped in embarrassment when she saw her lipstick smudge and ruine her eyeshadow. “Oh my! Why they didn’t tell me?” she said while panicking while looking for a shade to fix her makeup.

Alma was shocked when she saw a car stop in front of her. From the car, Alma’s most hated man on earth peaked. Which is no other than Raymart Wade T. Guerrero.

‘How did he get here? I thought he was in his company in Manila?’ Alma said in her mind.

“Hmp! What are you doing here?”

Raymart grins and scanned her. “Wow! Finally, you took my advice. That formal attire looks better.”

Alma clenched her fist due to irritation, yet she still managed to calm herself down. “Can you please stop beating around the bush? I do have a lot of things to do, Mr. Guerrero.”

"All right..."

Raymart got out of his car and placed his hand in front of Alma.

“Need a ride?” he offered while smiling at her.

Alma dropped her jaw including her lipstick and small mirror on the ground.

#

Raymart scolded himself all over again after he said that. But he smiled afterward when he remembered what Alma said that he should stop beating around the bush.

"Come on. I'm harmless."

Alma picked up the things that she dropped a while ago and put those inside her sling bag.

“There is no need for that, Mr. Guerrero. I can manage myself.” Alma said bravely, before resuming to walk.

Raymart rolled his eyes and ran his hands over his face. He just took his hands inside his pocket and got inside his car. Alma is not far away from him yet, so he just drives his car at slow speed while tailing at her.

Alma already noticed his car, but she does not care at all. Instead, she walks faster than before. Alma suspects that Raymart has eaten soemthing unusual today, but she has no idea what it is that makes him treat her good.