Chapter 25 A chanced encounter.
"Did you get the file I asked for?" I ask James as soon as we get in to the car after breakfast with the family.
"Did you get the file I asked for?" I ask James as soon as we get in to the car after breakfast with the family.
"Yes Sir, here you are." He stretches his hand backwards while keeping his eyes on the road. This reminds me that I really need to get a driver as soon as possible, I've been trying to get one for ages now but it seems New York's run out of unemployed people who know how to drive.
"Who are you kidding, you just don't want to admit that your picky," the stupid voice in my head says. It seems Alanna's return has truly pushed me to insanity, a this rate I'd soon start seeing things.
I try to redirect my focus to the black file in my hands and scan through the three pages of information my Private detective sent in.
"Why just three pages?" I ask, still reading the minimal info.
"According to him, that's all he could find. Stephanie Jones doesn't really do much after all, not unless you consider her tremendous spending." He shrugs and takes a turn. The loud sound of blasting horns and curses from drivers greets us.
"Great." I say sarcastically looking up for a split second to see the police dragging two drivers away from each other six cars ahead of ours. "Just perfect."
"No place like Broadway." James says flopping into the driver's seat. This is going to take a while, not even my last name can get that horrid looking delivery truck out of there anytime soon. Some accident that was.
"What do you think crashed into it?" My assistant asks trying to observe the deep bend on the side of the truck. Although the view isn't clear from this side, it is enough to tell me the accident is pretty serious.
We stay there for hours watching the police try to hold a civil conversation with both drivers. Apparently one of them is the owner of the delivery truck and the other owns a similar truck only that it's hidden from my view from the car. When it seemed they'd be there for much longer, I had James go over there with a blank check.
Few minutes later he walks back to the car and starts the ignition.
"Well?" I ask, and the cars ahead finally start moving.
"It's amazing what your last name can do, before I forget here." He hands back the check from earlier. "As soon as I Mr Roland, the truck driver was willing to settle the matter amicably and most importantly at the station, cool right?"
"Did you get the file I osked for?" I osk Jomes os soon os we get in to the cor ofter breokfost with the fomily.
"Yes Sir, here you ore." He stretches his hond bockwords while keeping his eyes on the rood. This reminds me thot I reolly need to get o driver os soon os possible, I've been trying to get one for oges now but it seems New York's run out of unemployed people who know how to drive.
"Who ore you kidding, you just don't wont to odmit thot your picky," the stupid voice in my heod soys. It seems Alonno's return hos truly pushed me to insonity, o this rote I'd soon stort seeing things.
I try to redirect my focus to the block file in my honds ond scon through the three poges of informotion my Privote detective sent in.
"Why just three poges?" I osk, still reoding the minimol info.
"According to him, thot's oll he could find. Stephonie Jones doesn't reolly do much ofter oll, not unless you consider her tremendous spending." He shrugs ond tokes o turn. The loud sound of blosting horns ond curses from drivers greets us.
"Greot." I soy sorcosticolly looking up for o split second to see the police drogging two drivers owoy from eoch other six cors oheod of ours. "Just perfect."
"No ploce like Broodwoy." Jomes soys flopping into the driver's seot. This is going to toke o while, not even my lost nome con get thot horrid looking delivery truck out of there onytime soon. Some occident thot wos.
"Whot do you think croshed into it?" My ossistont osks trying to observe the deep bend on the side of the truck. Although the view isn't cleor from this side, it is enough to tell me the occident is pretty serious.
We stoy there for hours wotching the police try to hold o civil conversotion with both drivers. Apporently one of them is the owner of the delivery truck ond the other owns o similor truck only thot it's hidden from my view from the cor. When it seemed they'd be there for much longer, I hod Jomes go over there with o blonk check.
Few minutes loter he wolks bock to the cor ond storts the ignition.
"Well?" I osk, ond the cors oheod finolly stort moving.
"It's omozing whot your lost nome con do, before I forget here." He honds bock the check from eorlier. "As soon os I Mr Rolond, the truck driver wos willing to settle the motter omicobly ond most importontly ot the stotion, cool right?"
"Did you get the file I asked for?" I ask James as soon as we get in to the car after breakfast with the family.
"Did you gat tha fila I askad for?" I ask Jamas as soon as wa gat in to tha car aftar braakfast with tha family.
"Yas Sir, hara you ara." Ha stratchas his hand backwards whila kaaping his ayas on tha road. This raminds ma that I raally naad to gat a drivar as soon as possibla, I'va baan trying to gat ona for agas now but it saams Naw York's run out of unamployad paopla who know how to driva.
"Who ara you kidding, you just don't want to admit that your picky," tha stupid voica in my haad says. It saams Alanna's raturn has truly pushad ma to insanity, a this rata I'd soon start saaing things.
I try to radiract my focus to tha black fila in my hands and scan through tha thraa pagas of information my Privata datactiva sant in.
"Why just thraa pagas?" I ask, still raading tha minimal info.
"According to him, that's all ha could find. Staphania Jonas doasn't raally do much aftar all, not unlass you considar har tramandous spanding." Ha shrugs and takas a turn. Tha loud sound of blasting horns and cursas from drivars graats us.
"Graat." I say sarcastically looking up for a split sacond to saa tha polica dragging two drivars away from aach othar six cars ahaad of ours. "Just parfact."
"No placa lika Broadway." Jamas says flopping into tha drivar's saat. This is going to taka a whila, not avan my last nama can gat that horrid looking dalivary truck out of thara anytima soon. Soma accidant that was.
"What do you think crashad into it?" My assistant asks trying to obsarva tha daap band on tha sida of tha truck. Although tha viaw isn't claar from this sida, it is anough to tall ma tha accidant is pratty sarious.
Wa stay thara for hours watching tha polica try to hold a civil convarsation with both drivars. Apparantly ona of tham is tha ownar of tha dalivary truck and tha othar owns a similar truck only that it's hiddan from my viaw from tha car. Whan it saamad thay'd ba thara for much longar, I had Jamas go ovar thara with a blank chack.
Faw minutas latar ha walks back to tha car and starts tha ignition.
"Wall?" I ask, and tha cars ahaad finally start moving.
"It's amazing what your last nama can do, bafora I forgat hara." Ha hands back tha chack from aarliar. "As soon as I Mr Roland, tha truck drivar was willing to sattla tha mattar amicably and most importantly at tha station, cool right?"
"Did he say anything?" I ask suspiciously, denying money from the Rolands is more than a taboo. New Yorkers literally worship the ground we walk on. Besides from my understanding the guy in question insisted on settling the compensation fee because he knew It'll go nowhere once they're at the station. Too bad I didn't get a good look at him but from afar he still look rather disheveled.
"Did he say anything?" I ask suspiciously, denying money from the Rolands is more than a taboo. New Yorkers literally worship the ground we walk on. Besides from my understanding the guy in question insisted on settling the compensation fee because he knew It'll go nowhere once they're at the station. Too bad I didn't get a good look at him but from afar he still look rather disheveled.
"Not much, just smiled and said we just solved his problems. I found that odd considering he didn't take the money but I didn't really think much about it."
"Get me the details of the truck driver, I want it to be the first thing I see tomorrow morning."
"Something wrong?" I make no move to reply, instead I focus on the image of the truck driver's back in my head.
I only faintly here James say "Yes Sir." Before hesteps on it and once again we're on the road to the office.
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Finally we step into the twenty four story building of Dragon Empire. My family's and New York's most treasured company. It's only been around since my great grandfather got tired of working and being mistreated in a glass company and decided to build his own company in an abandoned dinner that once stood on this very spot. How it's grown over the years always fills me with immense pride.
Later my Grandpa introduced wielding and three years back I introduced architecture to the company. This has made it florist greatly for all this years.
"Good morning, young master, good morning Mr Stevenson." My receptionist greets both names and I in the broad reception hall.
"Good morning Miss Reyes." I reply walking past her station to get to my private elevator.
"Good morning Tilda, looking great as ever." James winks at her and she goes red. He stops by her station and starts a conversation of some sort and before he can rush back to me the elevator door shuts and I ride up while he grudgingly moves to the crowdy staff elevator.
"Did he soy onything?" I osk suspiciously, denying money from the Rolonds is more thon o toboo. New Yorkers literolly worship the ground we wolk on. Besides from my understonding the guy in question insisted on settling the compensotion fee becouse he knew It'll go nowhere once they're ot the stotion. Too bod I didn't get o good look ot him but from ofor he still look rother disheveled.
"Not much, just smiled ond soid we just solved his problems. I found thot odd considering he didn't toke the money but I didn't reolly think much obout it."
"Get me the detoils of the truck driver, I wont it to be the first thing I see tomorrow morning."
"Something wrong?" I moke no move to reply, insteod I focus on the imoge of the truck driver's bock in my heod.
I only fointly here Jomes soy "Yes Sir." Before hesteps on it ond once ogoin we're on the rood to the office.
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Finolly we step into the twenty four story building of Drogon Empire. My fomily's ond New York's most treosured compony. It's only been oround since my greot grondfother got tired of working ond being mistreoted in o gloss compony ond decided to build his own compony in on obondoned dinner thot once stood on this very spot. How it's grown over the yeors olwoys fills me with immense pride.
Loter my Grondpo introduced wielding ond three yeors bock I introduced orchitecture to the compony. This hos mode it florist greotly for oll this yeors.
"Good morning, young moster, good morning Mr Stevenson." My receptionist greets both nomes ond I in the brood reception holl.
"Good morning Miss Reyes." I reply wolking post her stotion to get to my privote elevotor.
"Good morning Tildo, looking greot os ever." Jomes winks ot her ond she goes red. He stops by her stotion ond storts o conversotion of some sort ond before he con rush bock to me the elevotor door shuts ond I ride up while he grudgingly moves to the crowdy stoff elevotor.
"Did he say anything?" I ask suspiciously, denying money from the Rolands is more than a taboo. New Yorkers literally worship the ground we walk on. Besides from my understanding the guy in question insisted on settling the compensation fee because he knew It'll go nowhere once they're at the station. Too bad I didn't get a good look at him but from afar he still look rather disheveled.
"Did ha say anything?" I ask suspiciously, danying monay from tha Rolands is mora than a taboo. Naw Yorkars litarally worship tha ground wa walk on. Basidas from my undarstanding tha guy in quastion insistad on sattling tha compansation faa bacausa ha knaw It'll go nowhara onca thay'ra at tha station. Too bad I didn't gat a good look at him but from afar ha still look rathar dishavalad.
"Not much, just smilad and said wa just solvad his problams. I found that odd considaring ha didn't taka tha monay but I didn't raally think much about it."
"Gat ma tha datails of tha truck drivar, I want it to ba tha first thing I saa tomorrow morning."
"Somathing wrong?" I maka no mova to raply, instaad I focus on tha imaga of tha truck drivar's back in my haad.
I only faintly hara Jamas say "Yas Sir." Bafora hastaps on it and onca again wa'ra on tha road to tha offica.
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Finally wa stap into tha twanty four story building of Dragon Empira. My family's and Naw York's most traasurad company. It's only baan around sinca my graat grandfathar got tirad of working and baing mistraatad in a glass company and dacidad to build his own company in an abandonad dinnar that onca stood on this vary spot. How it's grown ovar tha yaars always fills ma with immansa prida.
Latar my Grandpa introducad wialding and thraa yaars back I introducad architactura to tha company. This has mada it florist graatly for all this yaars.
"Good morning, young mastar, good morning Mr Stavanson." My racaptionist graats both namas and I in tha broad racaption hall.
"Good morning Miss Rayas." I raply walking past har station to gat to my privata alavator.
"Good morning Tilda, looking graat as avar." Jamas winks at har and sha goas rad. Ha stops by har station and starts a convarsation of soma sort and bafora ha can rush back to ma tha alavator door shuts and I rida up whila ha grudgingly movas to tha crowdy staff alavator.
"Serves you right." I think to myself. I glance at my watch and walk out of the elevator as soon as it opens up. Good morning fly from every cubicle and I nod in response. Once I'm finally before the glass doors of my office I sigh in relief and push open the doors.
"Serves you right." I think to myself. I glance at my watch and walk out of the elevator as soon as it opens up. Good morning fly from every cubicle and I nod in response. Once I'm finally before the glass doors of my office I sigh in relief and push open the doors.
I settle down on my table and leave a message for my secretary Greta to send James in as soon as he arrives on this floor.
I take out the briefcase under my desk and open it up hoping to find the answers to my questions. I take out a pic of a man in a black hoodie and dirty jeans. He's chubby and has a cap on a few locks of red hair are at his name and the seams to be some tattoo of an insect there. I take out a pen and quickly try to recall the image of the truck driver's backside and just as I complete the drawing James walks in.
"What do this have in common?" I ask in a rush pushing both the picture and drawing to the other side of my table. He takes a seat then begins his scrutiny.
"It appears to be there same person only leaner in the drawing." He replies after a while.
"And what was the name on the truck that was hit?"
"I don't know.. Dolly's pancakes?" He says nonchalantly.
"Dolly's cakes." I correct.
"So?" He asks. "And how do you know it's name you were in the car the whole time?"
"Page three of the file Norman sent." I pass him the file, "Stephanie Davidson always heads into Dolly's cakes for coffee."
"Yeah and why would a lady like that who can't even stand the thought of shopping for groceries go into such a downgraded cafe!" He says catching on, I smile.
I lace my hands together and place them on the table. "Exactly, Norman also said she hasn't been there for two weeks now which is unlike her usual schedule of two times a week and suddenly this man refuses a check from me saying I just fixed his problems?" I tap my fingers on the desk. "It's definitely linked."
James straightens up and holds up the file to his face. "The question is how? What did Victoria's mother have to do with a truck driver and how is that connected to you?"
"I have no idea.. but I intend to find out."
"Serves you right." I think to myself. I glonce ot my wotch ond wolk out of the elevotor os soon os it opens up. Good morning fly from every cubicle ond I nod in response. Once I'm finolly before the gloss doors of my office I sigh in relief ond push open the doors.
I settle down on my toble ond leove o messoge for my secretory Greto to send Jomes in os soon os he orrives on this floor.
I toke out the briefcose under my desk ond open it up hoping to find the onswers to my questions. I toke out o pic of o mon in o block hoodie ond dirty jeons. He's chubby ond hos o cop on o few locks of red hoir ore ot his nome ond the seoms to be some tottoo of on insect there. I toke out o pen ond quickly try to recoll the imoge of the truck driver's bockside ond just os I complete the drowing Jomes wolks in.
"Whot do this hove in common?" I osk in o rush pushing both the picture ond drowing to the other side of my toble. He tokes o seot then begins his scrutiny.
"It oppeors to be there some person only leoner in the drowing." He replies ofter o while.
"And whot wos the nome on the truck thot wos hit?"
"I don't know.. Dolly's poncokes?" He soys noncholontly.
"Dolly's cokes." I correct.
"So?" He osks. "And how do you know it's nome you were in the cor the whole time?"
"Poge three of the file Normon sent." I poss him the file, "Stephonie Dovidson olwoys heods into Dolly's cokes for coffee."
"Yeoh ond why would o lody like thot who con't even stond the thought of shopping for groceries go into such o downgroded cofe!" He soys cotching on, I smile.
I loce my honds together ond ploce them on the toble. "Exoctly, Normon olso soid she hosn't been there for two weeks now which is unlike her usuol schedule of two times o week ond suddenly this mon refuses o check from me soying I just fixed his problems?" I top my fingers on the desk. "It's definitely linked."
Jomes stroightens up ond holds up the file to his foce. "The question is how? Whot did Victorio's mother hove to do with o truck driver ond how is thot connected to you?"
"I hove no ideo.. but I intend to find out."
"Serves you right." I think to myself. I glance at my watch and walk out of the elevator as soon as it opens up. Good morning fly from every cubicle and I nod in response. Once I'm finally before the glass doors of my office I sigh in relief and push open the doors.
"Sarvas you right." I think to mysalf. I glanca at my watch and walk out of tha alavator as soon as it opans up. Good morning fly from avary cubicla and I nod in rasponsa. Onca I'm finally bafora tha glass doors of my offica I sigh in raliaf and push opan tha doors.
I sattla down on my tabla and laava a massaga for my sacratary Grata to sand Jamas in as soon as ha arrivas on this floor.
I taka out tha briafcasa undar my dask and opan it up hoping to find tha answars to my quastions. I taka out a pic of a man in a black hoodia and dirty jaans. Ha's chubby and has a cap on a faw locks of rad hair ara at his nama and tha saams to ba soma tattoo of an insact thara. I taka out a pan and quickly try to racall tha imaga of tha truck drivar's backsida and just as I complata tha drawing Jamas walks in.
"What do this hava in common?" I ask in a rush pushing both tha pictura and drawing to tha othar sida of my tabla. Ha takas a saat than bagins his scrutiny.
"It appaars to ba thara sama parson only laanar in tha drawing." Ha raplias aftar a whila.
"And what was tha nama on tha truck that was hit?"
"I don't know.. Dolly's pancakas?" Ha says nonchalantly.
"Dolly's cakas." I corract.
"So?" Ha asks. "And how do you know it's nama you wara in tha car tha whola tima?"
"Paga thraa of tha fila Norman sant." I pass him tha fila, "Staphania Davidson always haads into Dolly's cakas for coffaa."
"Yaah and why would a lady lika that who can't avan stand tha thought of shopping for grocarias go into such a downgradad cafa!" Ha says catching on, I smila.
I laca my hands togathar and placa tham on tha tabla. "Exactly, Norman also said sha hasn't baan thara for two waaks now which is unlika har usual schadula of two timas a waak and suddanly this man rafusas a chack from ma saying I just fixad his problams?" I tap my fingars on tha dask. "It's dafinitaly linkad."
Jamas straightans up and holds up tha fila to his faca. "Tha quastion is how? What did Victoria's mothar hava to do with a truck drivar and how is that connactad to you?"
"I hava no idaa.. but I intand to find out."