My dear, death wish

My Epiphany(7)

I ended up sleeping for longer than I anticipated, the jet lag catching up with me. Mixed with the cozy ambience of the apartment, I slept really well.

Like Dan said; until I find a way to snake a way into the trust of Martaní I need to blend in. So I decide I'll do a bit of digging.

I get up, shower and get dressed for the day. Putting on a black v neck crop top, 2 gold necklaces, and my locket, gold hoops, black ankle sandals, and plain baggy fit jeans with a hole on the left knee. I let my curls spring free framing my face. And slip on a black baseball cap, I apply clear gloss.

I wanted to remain comfortable, but still presentable. Just incase I needed to meet someone for any reason. Better to be ready then having to get ready.

I head down to the concierge desk whose name I found out was Craig, he's not from Portugal at all, which threw me off because of the accent but I honestly didn't care to question it.

"Good morning Craig, do you know any near cyber cafes? Or libraries?"

He nods and writes down an address for me. I thank him and head on my way.

10 minutes later I'm walking into an Internet cafe. Greeted by a woman who didn't speak English herself, but understood what I was asking her. That seems to be a trend here. They can't verbally communicate, but they understand me.

I requested for an hour on the computer which seemed like enough time to do some digging. I pull out my notebook and begin.

When I was back in Chicago I did a little digging. I know for a fact Martaní is a man that wears many hats. He has his hands dipped in all type of business antics, maybe I can work at one of his businesses.

I translate the google search engine and go incognito I begin by typing in his name 'Alfonso Martaní' it automatically auto fills with search results.

Alfonso Martaní cheating scandal
Alfonso Martaní investment firm
Alfonso Martaní age
Can Alfonso Martaní have get me pregnant?
Does Alfonso Martaní have any kids?

"People are searching this shit? tuh" I lowly scoff to myself.

I mean I'm not one to judge, but if these people knew what I knew...they just better be thankful they don't. People enjoy living in ivory towers in oblivion. I on the other hand prefer to be a realist. Set expectations low - so nobody can let you down.

I go with the investment firm choice, it redirects me to a website full of stocks. It's amazing how so much is public information, especially when your well-known/famous.

I continue to scroll before something catches my eye.

"Martaní is 73% shareholder in Mercedes" I whisper.

I click the link and outwardly gasp.

I Knew I'd seen those fucking eyes before. Low and behold the 73% shareholder of Mercedes is none other than the owner of the dealership I got my car from yesterday.

"Miguel Martaní" I say almost inaudible.

I curse myself. I should have known. Alfonso and him...the resemblance is stark. I stare at the picture of the brunette man smiling from the screen. His perfect teeth. His bold eyes, his shaven smooth face.

I wondered did he even realize how many lives his father had ruined? If he knew did he care? Was he in the business of ruining families? Like his nasty ass daddy?

How did Dan not mention if Martaní had kids? How can Martaní have a whole ass family when he took away mine?!?!

How could he be so heartless to take a family from a child, but form one of his own?