↷☆ Belle Millers. A 17 year old, blonde, bubbly, ray of sunshine. She's reserved, thrives for academic validation and considers the small cafe she works at her second home. What past does Belle come from? What does this summer entail?
↷☆ Adrian Well...
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As much as I wanted to visit Belle in the cafe, I couldn't. I had to get to the bottom of this situation at home with my father.
Last night, I heard him on the phone with somebody.
I'm not sure who but it was definitely business related. And.. as the heir, I'm therefore involved in these 'business-related' matters.
So much to my dismay, here I am investigating the situation whilst Liam is stuffing his face with sweets.
Dad wouldn't tell me what his phone call was about and when Liam pestered me about going with him to see Belle, I couldn't help but snap at him.
I truly didn't mean to. I just got heat up in the moment.
Liam being the good friend he is, told me he's bring me back a cookie. I love cookies. And cupcakes.
They're my two favorite sweet treats.
Cookies for the days when cupcakes feel too sickly and cupcakes for the day when cookies feel too savory. Technically, yesterday when Belle chose what I bought, she would've been correct either way.
But I wasn't lying when I said I would've selected the cookies myself. Yesterday was a 'cookie' type of day.
Anyways. I've got a cold too.
My throat felt a little sore yesterday but today it hurts like a bitch. And I have a stuffed nose. Now that I think about it, my illness probably contributed to my short temper earlier.
I shut down the computer I was working on after I see the name of the caller from last night. Amanda Millers.
Wait... Millers?
As in... Belle Millers?
Of course I know Belle's surname without her telling me. Hacking is one of my fortes.
What was Amanda Millers and my father, the American mafia don, discussing on the phone? And why did it end in him angrily ending the phone call?
I'll read the transcript of the call later. I really need to shower.
Liam told me showering can help unstuff your nose when your sick so I might as well try. I hate having blocked noses.
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Walking out of the shower, now in my new hoodie and sweatpants, I hear the front door close.
It's either Liam, Tanya, or my dad.
I walk over to my kitchen, ready to put my headphones on, listen to music, and make myself a warm cup of tea when I hear my name being called by Liam.
"Yeah?" I shout back.
"Where you at?" I hear him yell.
"Kitchen" I shout back, with my raspy voice. I cough twice to help clear it but it does no use.
