(Elise's POV)
Mr. Mathews wanted to meet me at a coffee shop nearby and he wanted to talk to about the progress of our work. He looked so tired as if he didn't slept for days. I wanted to ask him about his endeavors but I was too apprehensive to know about the topic. I wish there was some way that I could do to ease his stress but I kept on recalling what Alex said about her father. Was I really some girl he wanted to sleep with? Was it a different talent that he wanted from me? The thought of it makes me cringe and I suspect that Mr. Mathews knows what I was thinking. I felt uncomfortable being with him.
Henry massaged his temples and went on to end our small meeting, "My dear, if you could please put these documents in my office when you get to the mansion. I'll meet you there together with our staff later on. I have to discuss something with them... and to you as well."
I nodded and cleared all my documents as well and reached for Mr. Mathews' papers. "Will Alex be present at that meeting?" I asked without looking at him.
He stood up and wore his jacket that was hanging from the backrest of the chair, "I'll inform her... but normally she doesn't go to these kinds of things. Why do you ask?" he looked at me with curiosity.
I blinked my eyes as I placed the documents in my bag, "N-nothing. Just checking."
He looked away and nodded, "Okay. I'll see you later." He waved goodbye and hopped on his car and went on his way.
I was about to go when I felt that someone was watching me. I can hear it breathing. I looked around but there was no one there. I suddenly felt the breathing through my legs... and when I looked down, it was a dog with its tongue sticking out, panting while looking at me. I knelt down and patted the dog, "Hi there..." I looked at its gender and it was a boy, "Hi there, boy. Where's your human? Are you lost?" The dog has a collar and he was named Mikey. Mikey looked like a yellow Labrador and he was a happy dog. "You have to go home now before they impound you." Mikey barked like he was opposing my proposition. I smiled at him and just walked away, however, he kept on following me. "You have to go home." I told the dog but he wasn't listening. He just kept on following me until I got to the gates of the mansion.
"Good day to you, Miss Summerhall. Who's your friend there? Looks like a handsome young man." Joey cracked up and went on to open the gate for me.
Mikey followed me until I got to the mansion. Mr. Bello saw us and he greeted the dog with a smile and patted him. "Where'd you get this fella?"
"I just found him in front of a coffee shop. He can't stop following me. I don't know who his owner is. There was no address on the back of the tag. Maybe you can help me."
"Ehh..." Mr. Bello scratched his head, "Well, I think the dog chose you to be his owner. I mean, look at him, he's fallen in love with you."
I sighed and looked at Mikey with half of my smile, "Well I guess he could stay with me until I find him a new home."
Mr. Bello fiddled with Mikey's fur and smiled as well, "It looks like he's home... I just hope that Mr. Mathews approves." He got up and tipped his hat and went on to tend the garden.
I went inside the mansion and instantly I went straight inside the young master's suite. I knew she was not in her room due to the fact that the music from the gramophone was on. I immediately rearranged her furniture and her things. I'm sure she will go berserk with this new arrangement that I made. I know for a fact that she's dependent with the objects that she touches before she makes a step. This sort of thing was ingenious, actually. She must have highly advanced brain to pull this off. Normally, blind people would need help to get to another place and they usually extend their walking sticks to know if they were to bump into a wall or something.

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Strings Of Time
Любовные романыHave you ever heard of the legend of the red string? Imagine your body is transparent. You will see that your whole body is connected by your blood vessels. They transport blood from your heart to all your body parts. They are so thin like strings...