Chapter 16 Chapter 16
Selena
I packed my car at the entrance of the building which the map directed me to.
I have never worked in the building sector of a company, but while coming here, I noticed all the houses marked X that surround this one—standing in the heart of them all.
It was clearly an old building.
From the mark shown on the document, Theodore has purchased all, and whoever the grandpa had sold this building to, won’t benefit from it, as it stood to be useless.
Whoever had bought it could have something against T&M, or it was just a market value.
I could only hope I won’t be driven out by the owner, Mr Rashford.
I stepped out of my car, with the documents that Valeria sent as I headed to the door.
I knocked. “Is anyone here?”
Silences.
I looked around. What could be the issue? It couldn't be he wasn't around right?
I knocked again.
This time, the door opened slightly, and a little blonde head appeared, big sparkling eyes met mine.
My heart softened. He must be the owner’s grandson. I couldn't believe they even thought of using him as a threat after seeing him.
He was too innocent. He blinked his eyes, his brows tightened, confused.
My head gravitated down. “Hi, where is your grandfather?” I asked softly, trying not to scare him.
He bats his eyes. From his height, he should be three or four, suddenly I’m reminded of little Josh.
“Grandfather is inside, who are you? Why are you looking for my grandfather?” He picked his words slowly, innocently, his eyes widening as he studied my fit and stance.
My lips curled into a smile. “I’m Selena. I’ve some business to spe—”
“Martin, I told you to stop opening doors for people, what’s wrong with you?”
Heavy footsteps approached us, and I straightened up, when he stopped in front of the door, shielding Martins to his back.
“Who are you?” He glared like I was a threat to his dear grandson.
I flashed a smile, putting on a professional mask. “I’m Selena from T&M, and I was sent by the company to speak to you about the condition of your building. I only want you to hear out my condition.”
He sighed, turning his back to head inside.
I reached out to him. He couldn't be closing the door on me right?
“Go to your room, Martin. I need to speak to her.”
Oh, he wasn't.
Martins looked at me, and I nodded with a smile before he went off.
“I don't want to invite you in, so I’ll speak from here.” His tone, and demeanor changed. His gaze was ready to lash out at me.
“I’m not selling my building to your company. Everyone in Monterey knows how dangerous it is to work with Theodore, so I don't wish to.” He blurted out, his tone unyielding.
“I understand you, but it was said you had agreed to sell it a while ago, so why give it out to others?”
This is the part I couldn't understand, and sorting out a reason could help us be on the right track.
He sighed, closing his eyes briefly. “I told you already, what more do you want to hear!” He yelled, and I flinched, taking a step back.
“Go back to your blood-tasting company, and ask them to leave my building alone. I can sell it out to whoever I want.”
He turned to leave, and I don't know where my boldness came from because I moved further, grabbing hold of his hand.
“I’m only here to convince you to sell it to my company since you initially agreed to this. You already know what the owner is about, and they will never take it, so why don't you just give in to protect your grandson, pl—”
And I shouldn't have said that, because next, I didn't register what happened because I was pushed out.
Catching me off guard, I lost my footing, and next, I was falling forward, my hands stretched before me.
No, no. I wasn't falling on my face now. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to hold my body steady, but it was all in vain.
I fell on my knees.
I groaned at the pain that shot through my system.
“Young lady, I know you have no manners, but don't dare use my grandson to threaten me. You should be grateful, you will only scrape your knee, go now, and don't come back.”
The door is slammed loudly.
I exhaled, embarrassment washed over me. I looked at the door.
At least I tried speaking to him.
I moved my body to stand up. “Ouch,”
Pain jolted from my left knee. It was scraped, blood beading on the surface, while the other was completely fine.
I must have pushed all my strengths to the left. “Why was all the bad luck after me?”
‘Because you are born of it.’
I wanted to glare at my mind.
Today was going to be a long day. Placing my hands on my other knee, I stood up. There was no need to pursue him, maybe I should let others handle it.
With a final look at the door, I turned to leave.
“Wait.”
I broke into a smile, turning back, but it was Martin. I sighed, disappointed.
Looking down, He held a white handkerchief, pointing it at me.
“For me?”
He nodded, his eyes moved to my scraped knee. I collected it with a smile.
It seemed the dear grandson was sweeter than the grandfather.
“Grandfather won’t agree to you, because this building is the only thing left of my mother, so he wishes to leave it in good hands after being sold.” He explained softly, his words clear. Martin was smart.
“The other side also promised to take care of me when sold, though I don't understand why grandfather would want that.” He continued, a frown now settled on his face.
My brows threw together. He wasn't lying, I could tell from his eyes. But why would someone need to care for his grandson?
“Go now. I don't want my grandfather to be upset, he usually ends up on the floor after that.”
He moved to close the door and I grabbed hold of it, his words settling in.
Whatever the reason was, I could tell something was wrong.
“Wait.”
I opened my bag, taking out my personal card. “Here,”
Martin looked at me, his gaze questioning.
“This is my personal contact card, not of the company. Hold on to it, and you can always reach out to me.”
Questions still lay in his eyes, but he collected it.
“Why?” His little voice asked.
I shrugged and smiled. “Because you are lovely just like my brother.” Looking at him, I could only see little Josh.
I pointed to the card in his hand. “Always keep it with you, and,” I looked inside, only to be surprised to see the grandfather sitting on the couch.
Though he appeared not to be listening, I could tell he was. I smiled.
“Take care of your grandfather, I’ll leave now.” He nodded and entered.
I exhaled heavily, and pain exploded in my legs. Looking down. My knee was bleeding.
How was I going to drive back? I need to go to the hospital.
With a sigh and a final look at the door, I moved to tur….
“Get inside the car.”
My body stilled at the voice.
There was only one person who could send shivers down my spine through his voice, though we had only known each other for two days.
I turned, placing strength in my leg, and there he was.
Wearing a full tailored suit, his leg crossed over the other, a lighter rested in between his fingers as he stared lazily at me.