CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 2
Emerson POV
“Jayson, I want you to do background checks on her. I want every single detail.” I command my driver/bodyguard/investigator/friend while we were exiting the coffee shop. Yes, it’s a command not a request. That’s how I talk.
Jayson frowned. “Who”? he asked.
“The girl at the corner, the one holding her phone and crying.” I said as Jayson looks in the direction I am looking and when he finally saw her, he secretly took a picture of her.
“Will do, Mr. Triumph” he said as he opened the car door for me.
Jayson glanced one more time at where the girl is located and shrugs. I wonder what he is thinking. He is a very quiet man and that’s why I hired him in the first place.
As we drive along the busy streets of New York, I can't help but to think of the woman I just saw at the coffee shop.
Ten minutes later, we arrive at Triumph Corporation and as expected, the people at the building become quiet as I step in.
“Good morning, Mr. Triumph.” a blonde with flirty eyes greets me. She's in the reception area; I think her name is Wendy.
I really don't know what these girls are thinking. They are always trying to flirt with me, they ask me to be their boyfriends, and they sometimes even offer me money just to be my arm candy for the event I'm attending. And I was like 'I will pay you double if you leave me the f*ck alone'.
My office is located on, of course, the top floor - the 40th floor – and there is a private elevator to reach it. How do my associates get to my floor? Well, they use the regular elevators until the 39th floor, then my executive assistant's assistant calls her, then my EA will tell me. If I want that particular person to be in my office, I’ll push a red button so that they can use the elevator from 39th floor to my floor. My EA normally needs to wait for me in the lobby or on the 39th floor, just to be in her office space.
Call me a control freak, I don't care. I just prioritize my safety and the safety of my clients.
Today is going to be hell again. I have so many meetings, conference calls and deals to close again.
I sigh at the thought.
I was in a deep thought when my EA knocks.
“Come in.”
“Mr. Triumph, sorry for disturbing you but Mr. Hiroshima, your 10am meeting is in the conference room.” she looked at her watch. “It’s time sir.”
“Yes thank you, Mrs. Wilson.” I said as I stand up and start walking towards the conference room.
Mrs. Wilson is my Executive Assistant for very long years. She has two daughters and is living with her husband. I know this because she has picture frames of them in her desk.
The meeting is actually for branching out one of my hotels called 'Modern Ways Hotel' in Tokyo, Japan.
Mr. Hiroshima presented the possible locations as well as the expenses that will incur in the future of this project.
After two hours the presentation is over. I stand up and give Mr. Hiroshima a firm hand shake. “I'll first be studying the location I have chosen and get back to you, that'll be all for today.” I said to him.
“I'm looking forward to hearing your decision Mr. Triumph.” he replied with Japanese accent. Good thing about this man is that he can speak and understand English fluently.
“Arigatou Gozaimasu, Mr. Hiroshima.” I said as I bow down my head as a sign of respect to him and he did the same.
It is a Japanese culture.
“Mr. Jayson is waiting for you in your office, sir.” Mrs. Wilson said as she opens the door for me.
“Yes, Thank you.”
I turned on my heel, “and Mrs. Wilson”?, I called.
“Yes sir”?
“Could you please bring me hard copies of the presentation”? I asked.
“Yes of course, Mr. Triumph.” she said as she turned on her heels to go back at her office.
Jayson is sitting on the couch when I entered my office.
He gives me a brown folder and I start to look through it as I walk to my chair.
“I found out that she's in that coffee shop every morning at the same time.” Jayson stated.
I just nod. “Okay thank you. I'll read this first. You may go.”
Jayson just nods and closes the door as he leaves. Me? Of course, I started to read the basic information that Jayson gathered for me on the women.
Name:
Guildings, Love Venice Smith
Address:
Apartment 104 Manhattan Building, New York City
Age:
25
Parents:
Guildings, Andrew - owner of Love G clothing line.
Guildings, Ellen Smith - Fashion designer for Love G clothing line.
Personal Information
GPA:
4.0
Degree:
Bachelor of Science in Finance Accounting, Washington University.
Master's Degree, Harvard University
Job:
Chief Financing Officer (CFO) in Jems Construction
Part time job:
Model of Love G clothing line.
Hobbies/Interests:
Reading.
Plays piano and guitar.
Dancing.
Height:
5'8
Weight:
60 kg
Current Boyfriend:
None
Past boyfriend(s):
Michael Young
John Smith
Richard Michaels
Winston White
Sebastian Noris
Five boyfriends? It's okay. At least she's available now.
Was she crying because she just broke up with her last boyfriend? I really hope not, he's not worth a single tear from her beautiful eyes.
As I shook my head to clear my thoughts, my gaze landed on her photo.
Seeing her radiant smile, my mind raced with fantasies of what it would be like to be with her. I couldn't resist the urge to run my fingers along her image, imagining the sensation of her soft skin under my touch. Her natural beauty was simply breathtaking, and the thought of being able to kiss those full, luscious lips made my heart skip a beat.
Her qualifications are excellent. That's probably why she's the Chief Financing Officer of Jems Construction. The owner, Jem, is a friend of mine. We have similar ways of thinking when it comes to hiring employees. We never look at their images, but instead, we look at their qualifications, skills and loyalty to the company rather than their looks.
Beauty without brains is like juice that taste like water.
It's almost 09.00pm when my last conference call ends so I decided to end my night and went home.
My penthouse door is opened by Jayson and Mrs. Santos immediately greets me.
“Good evening, Mr. Triumph.” Mrs Santos smiles as she gives me a glass of water.
“Evening, Mrs Santos.”
Mrs Santos works for me in the apartment; she keeps it clean and makes my meals. She cooks everything I enjoy, she even let me try a Filipino dish occasionally, and it’s called Kare-Kare. It tastes amazing; she is a very good cook.
She's been with me for almost 5 years now, since I fired my old housemaid because she tried to seduce me.
One night after I came home from office, I opened my door and saw her standing in my kitchen wearing an apron and skyscraper heels ONLY.
I shake my head at that thought. Women are incredibly frustrating.
“Would you like to eat dinner sir”? she asked. I have told her many times to stop calling me Mr. Triumph and to just call me Emerson. She would just smile at me and nod but the next day she’d be calling me Mr. Triumph again.
“Yes, Mrs. Santos.” I nodded as she starts to serve me food.
After dinner, she went home and I went to my room.
My body collapsed onto the bed, spent from the day's endless toil.
As I drifted into a peaceful slumber, I found myself transported to a dream world where a stunning young woman appeared before me. Her wavy brown locks cascaded over her fair skin, accentuating her long, slender legs and piercing gray eyes that blazed with an intensity that set my heart ablaze. I couldn't help but smile as I basked in the beauty of my dream girl, longing for the moment when I might be able to meet her in the flesh.