Misha's Ethan.

Chapter 1

Misha's POV:

I frowned looking at the files on my desk which were left by my personal assistant plus best friend Leylah.

"What are these files about?" I asked her still a frown plastered on my face.

"It is about the Clarkson's company. They wanted to hold a conference and discuss about our partnership with them. Thought you would like to do a background check on their company before inviting them over to discuss things further."

Yes. You've got it right. I am the CEO of Summers industries which was put in my hands by my father George Summers. I took in charge of this company not liking the idea of some other guy running the company which was started by my father. So I took in charge of it despite my parents' disapproval.

"Okay. I must say I'm impressed by your work Ms. Smith. You have proved yourself worthy in less time." I started to tease her.

"I'm honoured to hear those words from your mouth Ms. Summers." She said playing along with me.

She spoke up this time.

"Babes, since it is Friday, we will go clubbing tonight. Please don't say no. I want to forget about the world. Please?"

Oh no! Clubbing with Leylah is a very bad idea. We both will go to the club and I will be the one returning home sober while she will be drunk as heck.

"Okay."

"Please Misha. I want to- Wait. Did you say yes?" She asked with a shocked expression plastered on her face.

I grinned and said,

"You said you wanted to forget the world and move on. So, why won't I help you in forgetting? Besides I wanted to forget that as well. That's what best friends are for."

"Love you Misha. Let's get going now."

"Love you too Leylah. And first let me finish these files. I want to make sure that they are clean inside out."

After sometime I have finished checking the files of the Clarkson's company. But I still don't feel satisfied about the report.

Something is definitely fishy.

I have decided to call up another best buddy of mine. Without wasting another second, I have dialled the number and waited for the person to answer the call.

"Hello Misha. It's been a long time since you called me. Any problem?"

"Hi David. I was busy with office stuff these days. Can you do a small favour to me?" I asked with a confidence that he won't reject my request.

David is my close friend and a private investigator whom I trust without any doubt. He was there with us at the most difficult times and also at the important moments of my life. We have known each other since God knows for how long.

"Sure. Spit it out."

"I want you to investigate about the Clarkson's company and hand me the full details about it by Monday."

"Sure Misha. I will mail those details to you by Wednesday."

"Thank you David." I said not forgetting my manners.

"Love you Misha."

"Love you too David."

I then disconnected the call and then my eyes landed on an envelope that is on my desk. I have took that envelope and examined it. Just then Leylah came in and said,