Green Harbor

CHAPTER 4

Cayla Villamor steps out of her car and head towards the Publishing House early in the morning. She passes by a few guards and a few workers greeting her. She speeds pass by the lobby counter. "Miss Villamor?"

She stops in her tracks and turns around. "Hi, how may I help you?"

The lady reaches down to a drawer and in her hand, was a key. "Your car keys."

Cayla chuckles and takes off her sun glasses to take a closer look at the keys. "That's strange, I don't own any BMW-"

She froze.

//

"A BMW, huh? You have quite the taste, Mr. Luka."

It was 10 PM, Cayla and Mr. Luka were enjoying buttered scallops out of city proper, in the private room of the diner.

Mr. Luka laughed softly. "It had - A sentimental value. You won't believe it when I tell you that BMW was the first car we ever had in our family."

"Really?"

"Yes. I was a young business man back then. Now, everyone in our family owns one of those." The old man joins Cayla in looking at the window, at his car.

//

Cayla grabs the keys, zips around, grabs her phone, heading back to the exit of the building. "Prepare the car, I'm heading to the police headquarters-"

She opens the door and sees Zelena Luka. Cayla grabs Zelena's arm, dragging her to her office. "Hey- I have some place to be, Villamor!"

Ignoring the employees' stares and presence, Cayla opens the door to her office. Once out of view, she shoves Zelena towards her desk. "What the heck is this about, Luka?"

"What-" Cayla tosses the BMW car keys towards her, and Zelena catches it. Her eyes widen in horror. "How did this-"

"I believe I'm the one who should ask you that. How did this get here - No, why isn't this at the police headquarters being inspected?" Cayla asks. She tilts her head in confusion when she heard Zelena snortle. "What now?"

"I couldn't kill my own father."

"I never asked if you could, Zelena."

"If you're so desperate in having that Chloroform bottle out of your mind, you should've handed it over! Go live and go sign books all night, and- and venture off to Boracay-" Zelena tosses the keys back to Cayla before the latter comes closer and raises her voice.

"How long until you believe me, and maybe not see me as a murderer I'm not? I'm helping us out, and there you are, you have the keys!"

Zelena pushes Cayla away from her, her tone lowered. "And how does that help us?"

"A lot. This may not be the right place to tell you, though."

"You're confident I can trust you." Zelena's lips curl into a smile, Cayla being silent. "That wasn't a question."

Cayla sighs, passes by Zelena to sit on her desk. "The day after tomorrow. I can't meet you today or tomorrow, I'll be off to host a huge ball."

"Aww, Villamor. Not even caring to invite us?" Zelena grabs the doorknob.

"The invitations should be sent to your mother, by now. Stop being so cocky, doesn't suit you."

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The next day, during the afternoon, Zelena picked up her sisters right after their mother called about receiving an invitation. But not just any invitation. It was for a ball that announced Mr. Luntian Villamor was appointed CEO of Luka Publishing House. The Luka family is invited because they said they prepared some tribute presentation for Gregory Luka.