Rise Again As A Rich Man
Rise 20 - Eavesdropping

Chequek!

Isaac stepped into Gerson's study. The man was still sitting in his chair. But this time he was busy talking to someone on the phone.

"Immediately find out who it is. Let me know right away if you get the information."

"Good, sir. I'll do as you say."

Gerson hung up on me. Put the phone back in its place.

What are you talking about, huh? And who else did Grandpa talk to? Seems like a pretty serious conversation.

Isaac walked up to Gerson slowly.

"Oh, Isaac. I'm sorry you waited so long, huh? Grandpa's just finished and just about to see you."

"It's okay, cake." Isaac smiled knotingly. "Then can grandpa play with me now?"

"Yes, of course. Now we can play." Gerson got up from his seat, walked over to Isaac there.

Gerson sat on the sofa sitting Isaac in his lap.

"But who called Grandpa? Looks like grandpa has important business. Is it okay if we play?"

"Of course it's okay. That wasn't important business anyway."

I'm still wondering who Grandpa was talking to, inner Isaac.

"All right, now how about we play together? What do you want to play?" Gerson diverted the conversation.

"Come on!" Isaac nodded excitedly.

Maybe I can scrape the information by continuing with him. For now I better do what he wants, then wait until grandfather is completely off guard.

...*...

"Today, we have some important meetings, sir. One of them is discussing about our new project with the T Corp company from Neotopia" Shannon said.

"So, the meeting is today?"

"Really, sir. Around nine in the morning."

"Where's the location?"

"Mr Sariel of T Corp himself had already determined his place in Blueast Restaurant."

Lucas glanced at the clock that was now coiled around his wrist. "There's still time before the meeting starts, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then you go first to Blueast Restaurant. I will go to see my wife and son first. I promised Hera that I would accompany her to buy her the things she wanted."

"Good, sir. I understand."

"Then, I go first."

Lucas stepped out of the elevator. Walk down the corridor until finally arrived at his office lobby.

Along with Lucas and his secretary, another employee who was also an elevator with him stepped out.

The employee stepped into the toilet in the lobby. Once inside, he immediately entered one of the rooms.

Furthermore, the man was busy contacting someone via his cell phone.

"Hows it? You got anything?"

"I've got the information you need."

"really? Goody! Tell me the details immediately. How about we meet this afternoon in a normal place?"

"good. I'll be there soon."

"I'll be waiting for you."

Pip—

...*...

"Okay, I get it. Thank you so much for your hard work." The man smiled wryly. His hand moved to reach an envelope from behind the suit he was wearing.

He then held an envelope in his hand. "This is the reward for your hard work."

"Thank you, sir. Next time, if you need any more help, don't hesitate to call me."

"certain."

The man got up from his seat. Step away from that place.

...*...

Isaac continued to step up with the ball in his hand. At the moment he is enjoying playing football with Gerson.

It had been a few days, and after the last conversation, Isaac had not found an answer to his question about the conversation that Gerson had made by phone.

Isaac was also completely unable to initiate his plan as Gerson continued to distract him.

He's got high ground, inner Isaac.

Taps!

Isaac stopped his steps when he saw Gerson was busy picking up the phone from who.

Grandpa is on the phone? With who?

Was it with that person at the time?

Isaac silently watched his grandfather's movements. The boy walked over, eroding the distance between himself and the grandfather.

Isaac pretended to sit down and play with the ball he had taken.

"All right, I'm waiting for you."

Pip—

Gerson hung up the phone unilaterally and put his phone back in the bag in his pants.

"Have you found the ball, baby?"

"Already, cake."

"Well, let's play again!" Gerson smiles.

...*...

Time pass. After finishing playing the ball outside, Isaac and Gerson decided to play inside the house.

Gerson asked Isaac to play a puzzle.

"This must be with this" murmured Gerson as he put one of the puzzle pieces in his hand.

"No, grandpa. It wasn't there," Isaac said as he took the puzzle piece in his grandfather's hand and placed it in the correct position. "It should be here" he said.

Gerson was quite surprised by his grandson who turned out to be so smart in playing puzzles.

"Gee, Grandpa's granddaughter is smart!" Gerson smiled knot. His hand moved rubbing the top of Isaac's head with gentleness.

Playing a puzzle like this is easy, Isaac thought.

"Master!" A man suddenly just came, and made the attention of the two switch.

Isaac looked up at the alien-looking man. He had no idea who the man who had just arrived was.

"Have you come?"

"Yes, sir. And I brought everything you needed."

"Then we'll talk in my room."

"Good, sir."

Jemmy left the place. Gerson turned his focus to Isaac.

"Sorry baby, but we'll continue playing later, okay? There's something Grandpa should talk to Jemmy about. You play by yourself, okay?"

"Well," Isaac muttered softly.

There must be something they're trying to hide. I have to use this.

I need to know what Grandpa and that guy named Jemmy were talking about. Who knows, this is important.

Gerson and Jemmy go together to his study. They should talk about something important.

At the same time, Isaac followed them without their knowledge.

Isaac continued to step until he finally arrived at the door that was immediately shut by Gerson.

I can't get in. In that case, how do I get to hear the grandfather and the man talk?

Isaac paused for a moment, trying to figure out a way for him to still be able to hear Gerson and Jemmy talk without needing to go in there.

Wait for. There's another door I see connected to grandpa's study.

If not mistaken, the door is connected to the room in the North of his study.

Maybe I can eavesdrop more clearly there.

Isaac immediately stepped away towards one of the rooms located next to Gerson's workspace.

...***...