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“You can open the door for me… please,” she said.
I opened the door, but before I let her pass, I said, “You are removing company property, don’t you think I should know where you’re bringing it?”
“To Mr. Mayas, so he can work from home,” she replied.
Not sure how much work he was going to get done if he was truly that ill. But some was better than nothing, and at least he would have access to what information I need from him.
“One last thing.”
“What is that?” she asked.
“Your name,” I said.
She held her head up high and said, “Ovi.” Then she walked past me, leaving me standing alone in Trye’s office.
Ovi.No last name. I couldn’t believe that I was letting her walk out with the laptop and the phone, but my gut said that she was really bringing them to Trye’s home.
A gentleman would’ve offered to help her carry the stuff to her car. Then again, a gentleman wouldn’t have stood there checking out her ass as she walked away either.
I shook my head trying to clear thoughts of her away. But it was easier said than done. I had no idea who Ovi was, but I wanted to find out and it had nothing to do with business. None of this was why I had returned to Tabiq, and as the owner of the company, I needed to take such matters more seriously. But when I looked into her eyes, I didn’t see anything that indicated she was a threat. At least not to the company. I found her...captivating. And that was my excuse for just letting her walk away with company property without checking any documentation or identification.
I’m never going to admit this shit to anyone, especially Dean.
Dean had considered going into business with me. He’d be thanking his lucky stars that I had turned him down. How I dealt with Ovi was worse than me thinking about giving Trye a second chance.
Somehow, I was now even angrier at Trye. Not only was he falling behind in his work, but I think I know why he was sodamn distracted. I was in the same room with Ovi for maybe ten minutes, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. What I couldn’t understand was what was someone like Ovi doing with a guy like Trye? Granted, Trye was a good guy, honest and trustworthy. Very respectful. But hell, she looked half his age and easily could be a cover model. She could have any man she wanted. Why him?
Home sick pfft... Lovesick maybe.
I pulled out my cell phone and sent him a text message.
CALL ME AS SOON AS YOU GET YOUR PHONE. WE NEED TO TALK.
Unless he was on his deathbed, he had a lot to answer for. For the orders falling behind and the fact that no one should’ve been given entry to his private office. Not even one as beautiful as Ovi.
CHAPTER 4
Ovi
CALL ME AS SOON AS YOU GET YOUR PHONE. WE NEED TO TALK.
I couldn’t believe that Niko had sent my father a text message so soon. Well, his demand wasn’t going to be fulfilled. Even if my father was here, he had no clue that Niko was back in Tabiq. I was positive that my father was going to need to adjust to being back in the office, not rushing in and answering all of Niko’s questions. It was over. Niko was going to learn the truth. There was no way of preventing it.
Then again, I managed to get caught in my father’s office and still get out of there with the laptop without being arrested. The day really could’ve gone very wrong. I’m still not sure why Mr. Rio let me go, but I couldn’t waste any time worrying about that. I needed to figure out how I was going to have a conversation with him on the phone, as my father did.
Granted, I told him that he was ill. Maybe he is so sick that his voice is barely audible? It would be a good reason why he sounded so different, but could I pull off sounding like a man?
“Hello, Mr. Rio. This is Trye,” I practiced in a very deep voice. I laughed because I sounded more like a cartoon character than a sick man. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out a silk handkerchief and put it over the mouthpiece. Maybe if I muffled it a little bit, it would work. But I needed to try it on someone before I used it on Mr. Rio. So, I dialed Almi’s number.
“Hello.”
“Almi, it’s Mr. Mayas,” I said.
“Trye? You sound horrible. Are you ill?” he asked.
I chuckled. “Almi, it is me, Ovi. Did you really believe that it was my father?”
“Only because you said it was. You did not sound like him at all,” he stated.
