As Valerie's story unfolds, the mystery surrounding her encounter with Mr. Grayson deepens. The web of questions and uncertainties continues to grow, leaving Valerie in a state of confusion and intrigue.
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At the moment, it's half past seven in the morning. My mother isn't awake yet and she wouldn't anticipate me arriving home this early... so I chose to swing by my preferred bakery and pick up some of our beloved pastries.
"Ouch," I uttered as I collided with someone. "Oh, I apologize, I didn't spot yo-" "Goodness, Martha? How unexpected to run into you here!" I exclaimed in surprise.
"Why yes, my dear, it's my daughter's birthday today so I dropped by her best-loved bakery to treat her with some pastries," she responded warmly.
SHE GOT A KID?
"You were supposed to bid farewell to your mother, weren't you?" "Well, about that..." I had no choice but to be truthful with her. And so, we had a seat and started chatting away.
"Ah, so that's your connection with Mr. Grayson?" Martha queried as we sipped our coffee and I unveiled the real reason for my premature departure.
I confessed to the false pretense I had put up, which inevitably led to another fabricated tale. I just couldn't bring myself to reveal the events of that evening. His touch left an indelible impression on my skin, akin to a searing iron imprint.
"However, Mr Grayson isn't known to welcome guests into his residence. So when I spotted you with him last night, it was a tad startling and disorienting. But now it all makes sense," she concluded.
"And what about you, Martha? How much time have you spent working for him?"
"From the moment he was born!" She responded with a smile, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I've been like a grandmother to him, and as he aged, I considered him my own son, just as he viewed me as his mother."
"Wow, that's both surprising and predictable at once," I responded, my eyebrows lifting in surprise as my eyes grew wide. "But how do you tolerate his obliviousness?"
"I disregard him. Let him simmer down." "He's unsure of his desires. He's an incredibly complex individual."
"Though we may have been tight like a band on a digit, I am aware that this man harbors his most profound and darkest mysteries." "Perhaps he has a spouse and offspring residing in a foreign land unbeknownst to anyone."
"A spouse and what?" A SPOUSE AND WHAT EXACTLY
"No, I was merely suggesting. He's an enigmatic man. Nothing more."
"WHAT!"
Honestly, I was on the verge of losing my composure when she mentioned 'spouse and a child.' A spouse and a child! But on reflection, what kind of twisted individual would abandon their family in a different country while indulging with an attractive woman (obviously me) here in New York? It's repulsive. Fortunately, it was only a speculation that proved untrue.
"Anyway, I should depart. My little girl is likely awaiting me," she said, grinning warmly.
"I genuinely hope our paths cross again. If not through Mr. Grayson, may destiny guide us." "Here's my contact."
She took my hand, jotted down her number, gave me a gentle, comforting embrace, and left. She's an incredibly kind woman dealing with an intolerable man.
After Martha departed from the cafe, I followed suit. I was heading home to discover the "surprise" my mother had in store for me. Can you believe she didn't even text me all day? It's already 10am on a Sunday and I have school tomorrow. This is incredibly frustrating! Speaking about that, I didn't even realize that Martha and I had talked for such a long time..
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