Her Forever

Chapter 2: The Destined Meeting

Quentin Simon Walsh

I was taken aback by the reactions I received in that clinic. Usually everywhere I go people panic and treat me like royalty. It was refreshing to be treated like a common person for once.

I am usually the most stoic person out there. Owning and managing billion dollar businesses will do that to you.

Especially with my father no longer around to keep the business at it's best. If only he hadn't remarried and brought into my life an insufferable stepmother. The type that's straight out of a fairy tale story. Life would've been much easier. And the business would've been bearable.

He married her and then up and left the business along with her funds in my hands, so I have to suffer through everything, especially her nonsense, such as the animal charity auction she has wanted me to sign papers for. Even though this sounds like a noble thing, believe me it's not. The charity auction is a mere excuse to show off her skills as an artist. She sees an opportunity of networking with rich families and business owners. I even heard that the famous writer Robert Muyskern is gonna be there.

Had I not received a call from my housekeeper, Emily, telling me that Toby had broken glass and cut himself on it, I would have found an excuse to not sign the papers. But I had to get to him immediately and the vile thing won't let go of me unless I signed the documents.

I took the papers from her, telling her that I will sign them, and gave them to my assistant to send to my legal team. I might do things she wants, but there is no way I do anything blindly.

I drove my Aston Martin from office to my residence, because I did not want to wait for the driver to bring the car around.

I went up to my penthouse, to see that Emily had already wrapped the poor thing's paw in cloth, through which a little bit of Toby's red blood was showing.

I pulled him to me, and he whined his protest, showing exactly how much pain he was in.

I turned to Emily and said, "You talk on the way to my car."

I picked Toby up and went to the elevator, with Emily following closely behind me.

"Talk!" I repeated, my control on my anger slipping.

Emily jumped a bit and rushed along.

"I was in the Kitchen. Toby was playing in the living room with his chew toy, throwing it around, generally treating it like a prey. Suddenly there was a crash. The large handmade vase you had me put so high that it was snug with the ceiling was hit by his chew toy and came down crashing. I saw it happen on the pet monitor. By the time I reached the room, Toby was already near it, inspecting. He cut his front paw in front of me. I immediately got him away from the glass and bandaged him up."

The elevator reached the parking lot and both of us came out.

"I immediately called you, Sir."

"Alright. Thank you. You may go now." I told her and started to look for ways to securely put Toby in my car.

Finally, I settled on putting him in the back seat with the middle seat belt wrapped around his belly for support. I asked my GPS for the nearest veterinarian which was open and there was only one.

I quickly took Toby there.

I am used to Toby being playful, but this is the first time that he has actually hurt himself. I call Emily while driving to the vet.

I start talking as soon as she picks up "I want to have every piece of glass crockery removed from the places that Toby can reach them. I can't let him get hurt again. While you are on it, also remove anything else breakable."