103 Almos (1/2)

Chapter 103

KAILEEN ANDY LEWIS

A week has passed since my argument with Erika and everything is back the way it was.

With Claire, well, it could never be better. After that sleep over at her place, we somehow became comfortable like we've come to a common understanding.

'hehehe'

I grabbed my keys on the bedside table and took a moment to stare at my sleepy head girlfriend.

She looked perfect in my eyes and it never gets old.

I took one last glance at her before coming out of the bedroom and exiting my apartment.

Hopping on my car, I headed to my uncle's office to pay him a visit.

I checked my watch, two hours till noon, a perfect time to be treated to a presumptuous lunch—

'hahaha'

Well, that's what I thought until a disaster happened.

”I can't believe you're telling me that I'm getting old.”

I rolled my eyes seeing Uncle Art dramatically pouted and faking a cry in his seat.

We were in his office.

”You're not getting old Uncle.”

”In fact you've never changed at all.”

'You're still so playful as you've always been'

He cleared his throat, ”Well, you're the one who has changed babygirl.”

I smiled and looked afar off.

I was standing by the window overlooking the magnificent skyscrapers outside with a cup of coffee in my hand.

”I've changed for the better,” I said.

He then got up and joined me like an old man: both hands clasped at his back.

”I'm seeing that you're happy…”

”…I couldn't be more happier for you Sweety, ” he gently patted my shoulder.

I smiled.

Well, Artemio Marshal, my ever supportive uncle; the kindest and the sweetest imaginable lurking behind a façade that simulated a scariest living person.

Guess a common trait in my family.

Then somebody came in, we both turned to take a look and my jaw sunk on the floor after seeing who it was.

”Mr. Marshal,” the girl enthusiastically took her stride in.

”Oh, Ms. Trevor,” Art acknowledged and met the girl halfway.

I stood frozen as both shook hands then the girl's eyes found mine.

”Andy?” she asked with a quizzical look.

'shoot'

I faked a smile, ”Mei”.

”Oh, do you know each other?” Art nonchalantly asked.

I eyed him then he snapped as he realized my state.

Well, my uncle knows what I'd been up to with my life: hiding my identity and all.

He also knew that I'm the culprit of his daughter, Skylar Marshal's running away from the city life.

'hehehe'

”What are you doing here?” Mei asked with so much curiosity written all over her face.

I gulped, took a side glance at my uncle, then it was as though words had left me, I stood there muted.

I glanced at the direction of my uncle again, pleading for help through my gaze, then back to Mei.

'Think Andy— think'

But nothing comes to mind so again, I tilted my head, searching for my uncle's gaze.

Uncle Art did the same. Basically, we were communicating with our eyeballs and brows there while Mei was constantly shifting her gaze between me and uncle Art.

”She's my intern, ” my uncle finally broke the gazing game.

'shit'

I eyed him— that was the worst alibi possible.

”Intern?” Mei asked.

”I thought internship was way over last year.”

'shit'

'Think Andy'

'think'

”He… He means 'was' ,” I clarified while still eying my uncle.

”The case is, I…I bumped into his car and the side mirror broke.”

”Oh,” Mei reacted and waited for more details..

”Well, there's insurance but Mr. Marshal wanted a word with me.” I explained.

I took a glanced at my uncle and I regretted what I said the moment our eyes met— he's grinning devilishly.

The grin in his mouth was enough to scare me.

”Yeah that's practically it is, ” Uncle Art supported then motioned Mei to take a sit.

The grin on his face didn't disappear as he took a seat as well.

”Well, my cars are nothing but expensive,” he glanced at me and smirked.

”So I'm thinking, because of my 'boundless mercy' , I won't ask much but a little hard earned labor would suffice.”

'the fuck'

My brows lifted up as well as Mei's.

”She'll be my errand girl for a day.”

I almost drop the cup of coffee I was holding.

”You can start now by making coffee for me and one for Ms. Trevor,” he ordered while faking a smile and still had that grin on his face.

Mei glanced at me sympathetically.

She contemplated for a moment, I think she wants to help or do something for me but the vibe my uncle was giving off by then put off any attempt she'd been formulating.

Hence, they proceeded to whatever business they are dealing while I complied as instructed like… like I'm some slave.

After I politely laid down their coffee, another task was given; to wipe the dust on every pluck displayed.