The star of my code

Chapter 17: Who are you?

Celia's POV

It's Monday morning, I was going to the office of Mr. Page.

After moving to New York 2 years ago, I wasn't able to write him or call him in jail, I was so scared of what he could think about me... But, a few months a tried to call him and I wasn't able to talk with him, my letters weren't read by him, After talking about him with Kate, I realized I couldn't continue like this, I need to know what the hell is going on in that jail and why they don't let me talk with him.

I didn't want to tell anything to Kate about this because I know how annoying she can get. She would get CSI Miami mode to investigate it, and the last thing I wanted is to make her lose time with this.

The office of Mr. Page was so luxury, I almost felt rich walking in here. His secretary told me to wait outside, since he was attending some important call. I was traveling along the universe when I heard someone saying my name.

"Miss Santos? Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you" Mr Page said. He was wearing a suit that looked really expensive, his esence of Hugo Boss filling the room. He looks elegant and professional. I stood up to shake his hand.

"Good Morning Mr. Page, it's a pleasure for me too to finally meet you" He made a gesture so I entered into his office.

It has some ancient furniture full of books, mostly of history and law. I sat down on the chair that was in front of his desk and he sat on his big, leather chair. It looked really uncomfortable, don't know why.

"So, Miss Santos... You have tried to get in contact with your father, by phone and letter, but you didn't get any answer, am I right?" I nodded

"I see. I guess you have also called the jail he is in... Which is?"

"He is in Soto del Real, in Madrid. And yes, I have tried to call the jail after knowing that the prisioners are the ones that must do the calls, I called them so they could have the new number I've got in here, because my father doesn't know where I am. But, they didn't want to tell me anything about him, either give him the number"

"That's very strange. Prisioners can call the people that have been previously athorized to talk to them. As his daughter,a direct familiar member, is very strange that you are not being able of talking to him. Another reason may be that is considered a risk and they don't want him to talk to anybody, but they didn't tell you in what situation he is in either, am I right?"

"You are right yes. My father is a very good person, I would never cause any problems in jail, it's almost absurd to event think about that he is considered a dangerous prisioner."

"People change a lot in jail, you can't even imagine what kind of especimens are in there, Miss Santos." He said sternly. What if he is right? Did my father change in there? Maybe he is angry at me for never visitting again

"You know what else is strange, Miss Santos?" I looked at him and encourged him to continue. He leaned back on his chair and looked directly at me, his gaze almost scary.

"After talking with you the other day, I investigated you, to know more about you and to make things faster today. The thing here is, there is nothing about Celia Santos anywhere, nothing, you are like a ghost. So, before we continue with this, if you want this to work, I need total honesty in here. Who are you, Miss Santos?" I gulped, I knew that sooner or later this conversation was going to came to light. He is my lawer now, he has worked with Scarlett, I can trust him.

"My real name is not Celia Santos" He nodded and smiled, as if he already knew the answer. So he stood up and came back with a glass of wáter.

"I think we have a lot to talk about, you may proceed."