A Baby for the Billionaire

45

Present...

KEREM

"Neville, is something wrong?"

I leave the mobile on the table after having concluded the meeting. Before lunch, I had my snack to go change my clothes and go to the gym, resuming my routine. However, seeing his gesture as soon as he returns leaves me worried. He doesn't usually move away to talk on his cell phone unless I'm talking or his noise might interfere with my activity or something in particular. It is not the case now.

"Neville," I insist.

He adjusts his glasses and sighs. He can't fool me, it's his work cell phone he just picked up, not his personal cell phone. Although the staff uses it for practically nothing, its use has always been relegated to me and my family, first with my family of origin and today with my nuclear family.

I don't see him sustain a friendly gesture as soon as he becomes serious in the gesture and asks me to step aside for a moment.

As soon as we're out of the building, he keeps walking to the parking lot, waits until we reach the parking lot, but I stop, pinning myself to the ground.

"Stop playing games, what are you doing?"

"We must be alone, sir."

"Why? We're alone in the parking lot right now, or do you see someone among us?

"Sir..." he begins. But I stop him,

"Wait. Isn't that a good thing? Are you afraid that I will break out and become a murderer and commit a massacre? Please, you know how I am."

And for that very reason, that he knows how I am, he has decided to separate me.

I don't like where he's going with the secrecy.

"Let's go."

"Sir, I have made a decision that you know how important it is, if I was the one who decided something like that."

I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms.

"Of course you can make decisions regarding our work, but it is not necessary when I am in front of you."

"It was necessary."

"Did something happen to my son?"

"No. In fact, I don't know."

"Speak up, man!"

"It's just...Ian. He went to the house to leave a note for you and..."

"How did that idiot Ian get into my house?!!"

"He's gone."

"What did he want?! What kind of note?!"
Ian used to be one of my few trusted people, but in reality he was always a traitor, someone who should never have been involved in my inner circle.

"Wait, please," his voice trails off. "Don't despair. This is a note for you left by Mrs..."

"Nope. Nope."

"Yes Kerem. I am sorry."

He's the one who just said my name and when he uses it instead of "Mr. Deniz" it turns my ears on fire.

"There's no way Zara left a note for Ian."

"It's just that the note is for you. He has it, but the note is for you. Or for both of you."

"Zara left a note for both him and me?"

"Yes. Would you like me to ask Miss Juliet or Miss Thammy, who are now with the baby, for a photograph of the note in question and send it to us?"

"No!"

The only thing missing is for us to be the talk of our work staff! I will not allow my last name or my first name to be the subject of gossip. But of course, knowing some words that my wife may have left behind is a real news story that could make headlines if she were a famous person.

It is not that my family does not have the power to achieve it, I have had notes in business digital magazines or the media about it, but I do not want them to be able to get our reputation for such miserable purposes.

My goal is to uphold my prestige, my reputation, my power, and to continue to give in to the trouble Ian has caused me is the last thing I want.

"We have to go," I warn Neville. "We have to go home. It's in an envelope you say?"

"Yes sir."

"Open?"

"No sir."

"Don't open it."

"It's what I already indicated."

"Okay, I'll open it myself. Alone."

I would recognize my wife's handwriting, although most of the times we wrote to each other it was always by mobile or digitally.

I recognize her handwriting and I'll know firsthand if it was written by her or if it's just another hoax on Ian's part.

"If you want, sir, I'll drive," he proposes.

"No need, Neville.

I turn to look for the car. I take out my backpack and put my change of sports clothes on top of the car. Of course I'll take care of it, but not now.

"What are you doing?" he asks me.

I take off my jacket, my shirt and I am left with a naked torso. Then I take off my pants and tell him the obvious:

"Dressing for the gym."

"Then you won't go to the house to see Mrs. Deniz's note?" From... From Zara. At the time, due to my outburst of rage, I asked him not to call the person who died as my wife with my last name until death do us part.

I couldn't even think about her death, but after Ian, all I can think about is that she died for me since before that plane was wrecked.

"First I'll finish my routine, with my things and then I'll take care of her. Ian isn't home anymore?"

"No sir."

"We will put security at home and he will be prohibited from approaching."

"Understood."

"Get a restraining order."

"We have the contacts."

"I know. And also investigate my wife."

"What?"

"To Zara. Investigate Zara. I want her dead."

"S-sir..."

"I want every secret of hers on the table. Her whole life will be absolutely mine since my life was hers and she did what she wanted.

I finish changing into my gym clothes, toss my things into the car, and hand him the keys.

"Do what you have to do in the next hour and a half."

I move forward and hear his voice behind me.

"Shall I take you to your training?"

"I'll walk."

"Is that safe?!"

"Get your stuff done, Neville!"

And I walk away from him.