Connected Cords

Chapter Twenty

Author's Note: Guuuys! Omg sorry for the long wait. I was so busy with my first national pageant, we checked in last May 10 at Diamond Hotel and I didn't have the time to write an update bc the schedule was so tight, we didn't even had a time to sleep properly. Usually 2-3 hours lang ang time namin to sleep. I was one of the Top 10 finalist and I feel very grateful and blessed. mehehe

A little recap: Creed was afraid to let Margaux go back to the Philippines to meet her ex-husband and talk to him regarding the building of Dernier Cri that was about to be demolished, tho Creed's fear ended up to a hot lovemaking with Margaux. Now, Margaux was back in the Philippines to talk to Greg, her hot ex-husband! What do you think will happen? Here yah go! xo

There are just two possible reasons why I was so nervous that time. One, because I left my engagement ring in Paris. Or two, because I was in front of Baudelaire Corp. building. Setting my feet here in the Philippines brought a lot of memories back. It was nostalgic. No, it was actually bittersweet.

I stared at the skyscraper in front of me and witnessed how it shines because of the sunlight. It was so beautiful. It was still as beautiful as it was three years ago. I gulped the invisible knot in my throat and straightened my maroon velvet skirt. I also fixed my maroon blazer, ran my hands on the white tank top underneath, and raked my hand through my jet black hair. I was so damn nervous.

I gripped the handle of my beige handbag tightly and took in a deep breath to steady the beating of my heart.. it didn't. It felt like it was about to explode because of vigorous nervousness.

Huminga ako ng maraming beses. I didn't want to lose my cool. I wanted to face Gregory with professionalism. He was ex-husband, alright. But we will talk about pure business, like what he said.

I started to walk, slowly.. I was actually encouraging myself to walk straight. Do not trip. Do not fall. Right leg.. left leg.. I was talking to myself mentally, I thought I was going crazy.

I went directly to the elevator. May iilang tao roon at halos lahat sila ay pamilyar sa akin. Of course, they were Greg's employees. Maaaring nakita ko na sila roon sa building dati o sa mga events ng Baudelaire Corp. noon. Nakita ko ang bakas ng rekognisyon sa kanilang mga mukha nang makita nila ako.

They seemed really shocked. I waved at them and said hi. They didn't react. I assumed that they were too stunned to see me there.

I pushed the 35th floor button on the panel as the elevator closed and made it's way up. Unti-unti ring nagsibabaan ang mga empleyado hanggang sa dumating na ako sa palapag kung saan naroon ang opisini ni Greg.

Parang may mga kabayo sa aking dibdib. Nanunuyo ang lalamunan ko, at ramdam na ramdam ko ang mga paru-paro sa aking tiyan. The emotions that I was feeling was too many to consume. Parang ako na mismo ang nilalamon nito.

"Excuse me, ma'am. How may I help you?" Isang banayad na boses ang nagpabalik sa akin sa reyalidad. Hindi ko namalayan na nasa harap na pala ako ng lamesa ng isang babae.

The woman sitting behind the table looked so formal. She was probably in mid-30's but she aged gracefully. Her skin was fair, she looked really angelic. I didn't know her. Maybe she was Greg's secretary.

But before I left, his secretary was Earl. I shrugged. Maybe he resigned.

"Uh, I'm here to talk to Mr. Baudelaire." I said curtly.

"Do you have an appointment ma'am?" She asked nicely, her smile was warm. I suddenly missed my mom and my grandma.

"Oh, no." Shit. I forgot. I didn't inform Greg that I will meet him. The day after he called, Creed helped me to book a flight. Kaya umabot pa ako sa tatlong araw niyang palugit.