Inside An Amnesia Patient's Mind

X. The Storage

There are only two choices, but I chose neither of them.

As far as I calculated, every decision I had in mind falls onto the same page—danger. Ugh.

I shook my head as I immediately erased those thoughts that are popping inside my mind in the middle of my secretary's daily report.

"Sir, I'm sorry if you didn't like my report. I'll just revise it right away, Sir---" he stopped midway as he caught my confused look. Why is he apologizing? I haven't said anything yet. Oh right, he might have mistaken my gesture.

"Uhm—I will just have to review that report once again. You may now take your leave." I dismissed him. I've been working since yesterday. Doc Simon had given me a week to make a complete bed rest before indulging myself with tons of paperwork that seems to be killing me every day.

It's also been a week since that flash of memories happened and since then, nothing else came back to me. I wanted my memory to come back so badly but part of me also wanted to bury it deeply as I thought of Kas.

"Sir?" the Chief Financial Officer peeped from my door after I heard a knock.

"Come in, Mr. Villafuerte," I said while gesturing to the seat in front of my desk. I set aside some pile of paperwork I was dealing with before I faced him.

"Do you have some good news this time?" I asked as I scanned his features. Mr. Saavedra once told me that the Chief Financial Officer was assigned that certain job because of my appointment. No one seems to know the reason behind it, he said. He also doubts his loyalty to the company and Mr. Saavedra found him suspicious sometimes, he confesses.

But looking at a 24-year-old serious-looking man in front of me made me doubt Mr. Saavedra's suspicions. He seems to be eagerly keeping his job and was doing all the things I want him to do and to find; especially tracing the lost funds and other matters involving the funds of the company.

"I'm afraid none of the things I'm about to report seems good, Sir." I can sense the honesty in his voice as well as another thing—fear.

"Well then, you may start," I said after I heaved a deep sigh. Bad news seems to be abundant in this place. I mentally commented.

"The company is currently not making enough return on investment. Our long-time fear of consumer finding a more reliable and advanced banking company are slowly resurfacing, Sir. More of the people wanted easy or on-the-go services that our technology department team is currently handling. Our number of customers is decreasing as one of the newspaper companies published that our company is about to go bankrupt." He lowered his gaze as he said the last word.

"Wait! What?! Who on earth spreads those...those—things?" This is not happening. No one knows the current state of the company except some of my trusted officers. And we're not yet on the verge of bankruptcy. We're slowly losing but we're not losing all our aces yet.

"I didn't know, Sir. I haven't heard someone spreading those rumors; neither heard the other employees talking about it." Then who was it? Is one of my men did it?

"And there's another thing, Sir. UFT Corp. is creating fuzz inside the banking society, Sir. They're making a comeback." UFT Corp.? What was that?

"Thank you, you can go." He made a final bow before heading to the door. As I heard the door locked, I immediately browse the web as to what UFT Corp. was all about and it says:

"UFT Corp. (Unified Financial Technology Corporation) former called SGC Inc. is a banking company with state-of-the-art technologies and wide-range banking services. The current development staffs are looking for a more enhanced and easier way of reaching the consumer through different technology-used methods.