Fated to You

Chapter 42: Truths are such bitter sorrows!

Five days until wedding

R Group – HQ

Mrs. Armstrong furiously drops the note on her desk and takes a few, frightened steps backwards. She holds her chest, in attempt to slow the rapid heartbeat. Who could have sent that note? She wondered. It couldn't have been her husband. She had mistaken but, otherwise, who could it be? And what was the nature of that note? Was it a threat? This most likely seems like someone has a retribution against her but who? She would very much like to know. She walks back to her desk, pushes her chair, and takes seat. She then hurriedly reaches for the phone and dials the secretary line.

"Amber, have you seen the person who dropped this bouquet in my office?" she asks, all anxious and breathy from the scare.

Amber shakes her head and told the ma'am no. She did not see who it was, when she came this morning, the bouquet was already on the desk. It was the front desk lady who warned her about the bouquet. She had only let Mrs. Armstrong just to avoid a surprise. Mrs. Armstrong does not like surprises. And that was a hell of a surprise.

"Thank you," Mrs. Armstrong hangs up the phone and leans back in her chair, thinking. She then recaptures the phone once more and dials the security line. Someone must have seen something or else this is bad joke for this company is extremely inaccessible.

"I need to see the security cameras. I'll be in the guard's room in a minute." She walks out of her office and gives her secretary a few instructions, "don't let a soul walk within that office in my absence, is that clear?"

Amber tells Mrs.Armstrong yes before resuming back to her affairs.

Mrs. Armstrong reaches the guard's rooms where her arrival had been expected. she walks in the dark room and settles on a chair facing countless screens filming, recording the activities within each rooms and sections and floors of the HQ.

"How do I find the records for early this morning until before ten – for this is the time at the moment."

One of the security personnel sits nervously in the chair right next to the Chairwoman, "I'll only need to press this button ma'am and we'll be able to access the early filming activities that took place early this morning."

"I need to see my office. I need to know who walked in this morning to drop a bouquet." She explains.

"Roger ma'am." The security personnel keys a few codes onto the board and one of the images from the screening enlarged to a bigger picture within the monitor and went back as far as the activities of HQ starts which was five AM. For a while, not a soul is breathed within the office up until at around seven, the janitor accesses the office and starts cleaning and making sure the office is presentable for the Chairwoman. Yet, still, there were no bouquet. They wait a while and then just out of nowhere, the bouquet magically appears on her desk.

"Has anyone noticed a man or a woman walked in the office?" she asks, frowning the ever troubling mystery.

All of the security personnel shook their heads no.

"Will you go back a while?" she asks.

The officer does as he's told and goes back to when the bouquet was not on the desk. They diligently stayed afoot the screen, focus and attentive to their sight, however, the cameras seem to have fooled them once more. For the bouquet keeps to pop up out of nowhere.

"Go back again!" she orders, "and this time, a good ten minutes before the bouquet shows up."

The men do it again. They all pay close attention and still the exact same mystery occurs.