Cracking Mr. Codehead (DA Series Book 3)

Chapter 32

Illaria Point of View

The day started off gloomy. Not just the sky was grey, but the mood was as well.

The weather was completely in sync with my turbulent emotions today. Usually, cloudy weather is my favorite kind of climate because it is not just pleasant with just the needed coolness, it also has a strange girly romantic touch to it that makes me so happy whenever the sky is overcast.

However, today, after last night's grand celebrations and heartful of enjoyment, my mood has taken a flight by several measures down.

I'm in a state between confusion and clarity and I don't know how to handle the issue at hand. However, the anger and disappointment I'm feeling is true and big.

Looking over at the busy city from the vantage point of my office, several emotions flowed inside me.

Despite having the best siblings in the world, last night's celebration of my brother's engagement with Almond's family has made me discover a void in my heart.

So many people, parents, siblings, cousins, relative – both close and far, friends – such huge loving family who have nothing but love for each other made me envious of them.

How good it would be if my parents also have such humble and lively personality. How good it would be if they were not villainous to the point of inviting their own death. How good it would be if we, Allard siblings, also have such beautiful parents, happy family and joyful atmosphere to grow up.

For the nth time after meeting the Almond family, I felt that feeling of being lost again last night. And when I noticed Zorion and Anete, who were standing beside their own Almond partners respectively and looking as much part of a family as any Almond is; a lonely feeling descended on me.

How good it would be if I am also a part of –

"Ms. Allard," A series of knocks broke my thoughts. Collecting myself, I announced the person outside to come in.

Asmund came in with handful of files and loose documents and placed them on my table. Looking at the mountain of work that came walking to my table, I could only sigh and prepare myself to spend another day to work overtime.

"Did you get any results from the recent investigation?" I asked without taking my eyes off from the quotation plans I started to read.

"Kind of. That person's records and background is clean." I lifted my head and raised a brow, waiting for him to continue.

It must be that he caught my foul mood that my dearest assistant did not get down to be playfully sarcastic with me and went to the point with solemnity.

"Squeaky clean that it is very suspicious. No matter how good a person is, they should have at least a very small negligible stain in their lives. It might be caused by himself or inflicted on him by others around; there should be a crook or stain."

"And he doesn't have any?" Asmund's nod put me in a thoughtful silence.

That is right! No matter how good a person is, they should have some kind of curve in their life graph.

"Continue digging. Try to get more information on his family and people who used to be around him in the past."

"There is something else;" I stopped reading the papers again and looked at Asmund to talk.

"Our person infiltrated SkyGod successfully. For now, our spy can only access basic information inside the company; however, from the two intel he sent, we could gather some useful information." I nodded and took the ipad he gave and read through everything.