Fated Destiny ✔️

The discovery [7]

Andrew's POV

After Tyler shut the door and we began to move, I asked him, "Tyler, see if you can find any information about a woman named Camille Grace."

Tyler, my personal driver and bodyguard, looked in the viewfinder at me and nodded his head, "yes, mr Queen."

A few minutes ago, at Camille's apartment I couldn't shake off the feeling of her being a little girl.

Call me delusional or crazy, but I swear I heard her voice. Well, in her little voice at least. The way she screamed 'I want my stuffie' won't get out of my head and the more I think about it, the cuter I think she is.

Ever since she bumped into me that day at Starbucks, I couldn't get her out of my head. It was as if we were destined to meet.

That day, when I dropped by to get a cup of coffee, something I have never done before might I add, I didn't realize what I was doing in there until someone bumped into me and spilled their coffee on me. I was ready to fight that person but then I saw the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen and knew I couldn't yell at her.

It was an accident anyway, so who am I to blame her for it. And when she said she would pay for the costs of my suit, gosh was she adorable.

I mean, it was quite hilarious to see a petite woman wanting to pay for a thousand dollar suit. It was very courageous of her though, I'll give her that.

So when we met again in my office for the job interview, I knew it was fate and couldn't let this opportunity go of capturing my everlasting love.

*****

"Here are the information you requested the day before, mr Queen," Tyler handed me a file and I nodded gratefully before he walked away to leave me alone.

I was currently having breakfast when Tyler came in with his announcement. I took another sip of my black coffee and opened the file.

The first few pages were pretty much what I already knew of her. Her name, her age and birthday (that I now know of), her address, which degree she has and where she graduated.

It became interesting when information about her family came in. Both of her parents are from Asia and she has an elder sister, named Mikayla. She was born and raised in Austria, that's in Europe.

Fascinating.

I took another sip from my coffee and scanned the words of the next paragraph.

Medical record:

Miss Grace has broken two of her toes and a scar on her left forearm when she was in her sophomore year.

No signs of being an alcoholic or a smoker.

She also started psychotherapy at the age of fourteen and has ever since. Her diagnosis was severe depression, predominantly compulsive acts (OCD), phobic anxiety disorder of childhood, social anxiety disorder of childhood and other childhood disorders of social functioning.

My eyes widened after reading this because when I see Camille working, she never showed any signs of having any problems talking to her coworkers or when she has to speak during a presentation.

'She's indeed strong' I thought and continued to read about her.

Recent activities:

Currently lives with her high school classmates, Thalia Alderman (age 22) and Rosemary Garden (age 22).

Places miss Grace was often seen at:
- Starbucks in XXX street between 08:00 - 08:10 am
- Venice beach every third weekend

Previous activities:

- XXX bookstore in the fifth district every Thursday
- visiting XXX orphanage once a month
- donating one fifth of her income for a good deed
- took singing lessons online

"Sir, it's time to depart," Tyler came in and made it known. I tore my eyes away from the file and nodded my head.

I quickly finished my coffee and closed the folder and wore my pesh colored suit today. With the file in my hand, I nodded at Tyler to let him know I was good to go.

He bowed his head and we both made our way to the car. After I got inside and Tyler started the car, I was back to reading what was left of it.

For the rest of the ride it was silent as I read word by word and saved all of the unknown information in my head. For some, this might be a stalker-ish act but for me, it's just precaution.

Just as I finished reading the last word, Tyler pulled over. When he made a move to get out I motioned for him to stop.He looked at the viewfinder to keep eye contact with me and I appreciated it.

I handed him the file and said, "find whatever else you can about her and everything related to her. That includes her past friends, current friends, family members and relatives. Even past relationships. Ever single detail, am I clear?"

He nodded his head, "yes, sir," I closed my eyes for a few minutes before thinking all of the paperwork that has to be sorted out today.

That made me remember.

"Tyler, I want you to escort miss Grace every morning when she gets to work and every evening when she's off work. Make sure she's safe at all times. Is that understood?" I gave him a hard glare as if daring him to defy me and closed my eyes again when he nodded his head obediently.

"Sir, if you don't mind me asking, what made you so interested in her?" I reopened my eyes to stare outside the car window and at the people on the streets, busy getting to work on time and some entering my company.

Just as I was about to look away, a familiar figure with the same clothing style came into view and I stared at her as she made her way inside the tall building in hurry, though she still got a good eight minutes left before her shift starts.

Not that I would really punish her if she's late anyway.

A small smile danced at the corner of my lips as I answered his question, "she has a specific kind of unique that I like."