The Date Planner

1.13. The Mystery Girl

Back at the office, I engage myself so much into work that I have not even a single second to spare on other things going on in my life.

Liza thankfully doesn't question my sudden unbounded zeal for work and helps me around the whole time, trying her best to keep up.

A whole week goes by in work, arrangements, reports and analysis that I really don't have time for anything or anyone.

It does help me avoid Jason as much as possible and Clinton's incessant calls, messages and voice-mails too.

My only contact of relaxing conversation none but Liza who did admit she remembers who was the mystery girl the night of the gala I caught her red-handed with.

Promised she would call her back and let me know if I will have to arrange a date for them soon too.

To which I just winked her all the best.

Though she's been giving a sort of 'I-know-you're-hiding-something-from-me-and-I-know-you-will-eventually-spit-it-out-and-I-just-can't-wait-to-actually-hear-all-of-it' look to me the whole week.

God, she knows something's up.

Other than that, I don't really have any highlights for the week.

Today(Saturday) is no different to be honest. It's late evening, I haven't had dinner yet. And I still have tons of work to do.

I look at my wrist watch to check the time and realize it's 7:30 already, no thanks to Liza who made me realize it's already late otherwise I would've spend the whole night at the office.

We pack our stuff in silence since we're the only ones left on our floor to go home, most of the lights are already closed making the floor look like a whole scene from a typical paranormal movie; in which any sorts of monsters might just jump out of the corner to eat us out in, one, two-

"What is going on with you?", Liza stops her packing before standing up with a hand to her hip, jutting it out.

I eye her P. I. stance before sighing because I knew I couldn't lie to her face.

"I-", I start but I'm cut off by a loud ping from the elevator of our floor.

My eyes widen as I see a figure running out of the elevator towards us, his footsteps loud enough to be heard on the empty office.

And presence so loud, I just want to hide under the nearest desk.

"Oh, hey Clinton. What brings you here at this hour?", Liza who knows nothing of what went down at the gala, asks him.

Her brows furrowed as she notices Clinton's hard stare at me. She turns to me in confusion as if I know the answers to everything.

Which I do in this situation but...

"We need to talk", Clinton states, ignoring Liza's presence completely.

"I... Uh...", I start awkwardly but swallow down the lump in throat as it suddenly turns too dry that I need water.

I just stay quiet and look at him like I've seen a ghost, literally.

Liza's gaze flickers from me to Clinton before she clears her throat.

"I'm gonna go and pull out the car, meet you downstairs in a few?", she asks, breaking the silence.

"Mhmm", I nod because that's all I could muster at the moment.

Though Clinton has other plans for the day.

"I'm sorry Liza but I think you should probably head home considering it's going to take a while with what I'm about to discuss with Justine here", he states before putting his hands in his pockets and standing firmly as if she's about to deny him.