IN THE ARMS OF MR. MICHAELS (UNDER MAJOR REVISION)

38: The danger, baby, pancakes, popcorn and etc.

ROBERT'S POV

Okay? That's that?

I was about to stop her but before I could do so, the mad woman was already at the door then ran out like a troop of rabid dogs was on her heels.

Goodness with this woman!

She really have the habit to just run out when not wanted to be confronted.

I just shook my head with my hands rested on my hips while still staring at the closed door.

But atleast, she gave me her answer before taking her flight.

At the thought of that 'okay' answer, a smile crept over my face as my heart swelled with joy.

Feeling like a teenager who just get a fucking yes from his crush. Never mind if it's not exactly a yes and just 'okay', it was all just the same.

A beeping sound of the intercom from my table pulled me out of my thoughts. With a smile still pasted on my lips, I walked to my table then answered that.

"Mr. Abecio wants to see you, sir."

My brows creased with bafflement when Carla, my receptionist informed me that.

Mr. Abecio? There were only two people who have that name, either my Grandpa or my----

I groaned when I thought about the possibility that it was again my uncle. If it was my uncle, I think I already know why he was here.

He's starting to make a move now, now that he had suspected that someone was digging up his dirty deeds. And if I was right, I think he had an inkling now who that someone is. And I'm sure that he don't appreciate it one bit, especially when that someone was the one who had snatched his CEO position here.

Sighing deeply, I answered my secretary.

"Let him in."

Then without waiting for her reply, I slumped in my chair then tied back my loosened necktie.

I straightened my body then leaned down on my table when I heard a knock at the door.

Go to hell! That would've been much preferable to throw at his face but that would bore everything.

"Come in."

When I said that, the devil came in.

Speak about them and they shall appear with thousand of faces.

He smiled then walked towards me with his hands in his pockets. I didn't returned it and just studied him with cocked brow.

He's in his usual black suit, looking like he was always in a burial. He's already in his fifties but moved nothing like his actual age with his 5'11'' height and large built.

Of course, bad weed never die young they say. That if no one would pull it out before it gets out of hand.

"Robert.." He greeted when he came, a smile still curved in his mouth but his eyes giving the real him away.

Eyes was after all the window of his soul, good thing he had a dark eyes so I don't have to waste my time to know what was behind that window.

I smirked and rested my chin in my folded hands, observing his movement.

"Don't you think it was still too early for you to pay me this visit, uncle?"

A dry smile curved in his mouth and a slight cocked in his brow.

"Oh, you know me Robert. I don't just sit idly on one place and just let some pests ruin my castle..." he said with emphasis in the last part.

So he really indeed know now.