THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 50's. Plan B
"Uncle David said this week he asked you and Andrew to open an orphanage in Ottawa this weekend. Because we're the main sponsor." .
"Ohh this weekend?" I was gonna say I'm going to DC this weekend. Turns out I had to attend the opening with Andrew.
"Yes. You have a show?"
"No, yeah okay."
I have to call Gilbert. Told me about this.
"You're not here?"
"I had to attend the inauguration of the orphanage in Ottawa, we were the main donors. Land from us. Duty from Brother, I'm sorry I broke my promise."
"Well, it's okay if you can't, you can come here if you don't have a job. I'll see my schedule later if I can get there again."
"Isn't it okay?"
"It's okay."
I wonder if I should say anything about Andrew.
"Is there a problem there? Your brother has already approved our proposal today. But there are some changes I can make. Our work will begin soon."
"Problems ...Hmm. I don't know what this is called a problem. Andrew said he wanted me to be his wife, Andrew's Sir David's son, we've known him for a long time because he's Uncle David's son, I didn't expect him to say anything like that yesterday. All of a sudden, he said he wanted me to be his wife, after he found out I had a girlfriend. He said you and I had no future, there's no way Albert would agree to let me go to DC, ..." I stopped and wanted to know what the answer was.
"Don't you listen, I know I have to succeed with this investment before accepting your brother's confession, will work for us." That's all I want to hear, that he's gonna try for us.
"I believe it, this weekend I have to go with him. But you just have to trust me, too."
"I believe you." I am calm with the short answer. He believed we would support each other and keep each other even far away.
"I'm glad to hear your answer. I'll try for us too."
That's enough. As long as we trust and support each other.
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Andrew smiled at me when he saw me coming. I avoided the car with him for all sorts of reasons I could find. He said he had asked me to stay so I wouldn't rush into a 3-hour trip from Montreal to Ottawa but I refused.
I didn't want to give him the feeling that he had a chance with me.
"New to." I met him in the hotel lobby. I'm just going to the orphanage.
"Yes, let's go."
"You're not tired, you want to have breakfast first, your trip is good?"
"No, I'm fine. I ate on the street earlier. Let's go..."
"Yes okay, come on. Just get in my car, you mind? Your car's been running for at least three hours. The driver might need a little break."
"Yes fine."
Ever since she said she wanted to have a relationship with me, she must have realized I was avoiding her.
"You've been busy lately."
"Hmm. yeah." I smiled at him.
"Andrew, I don't think this is gonna work, I don't have the same feelings as you. I love other people. What do you expect of me..."
"Let's say I'm a friend as usual. Don't avoid me, I can't force you either. You know that." He spoke with confidence. I looked at him in wonder what plan he had.
"Alright, but you should know I won't give you hope."
"Of course, don't worry."
The Andrew I know is too smart to go out without a plan. I looked at him.
"What are you planning."
"What am I planning? You're too suspicious of me." He's laughing now.
"really?"
"I don't have a plan. All I know is free to plan something behind your back." I can't believe what he said. But he's just acting relaxed now.
I don't know what he'll do that won't change anything. Although it's true that he behaved normally without showing any ripples during the event.
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Gilbert POV
"Gilbert, you're a complainant!" A snaps sounded on my phone speaker. Who else if not 'Mr Princess Laura'.
"You complain first. Why are you blaming me. I just have to answer as is to answer your charges."
"You son of a bitch who took advantage of the situation. Basic vengeance...." Before he spoke again more directly I turned off his phone, feeling unworthy to waste my time by crying out to this Princess. Maybe he just got scolded by his father.
"Sir, Mr. Hawke said he asked you to wait for him to host Miss Rachelle Williams, the daughter of the Prime Minister of Canada tomorrow." My boss asked me to wait for him to host, Sir David's son, which means Andrew's younger sister my rival. I met him once.
"Did his secretary say why Mr Hawke asked me to replace him?"
"No sir, he said it was just a casual, cordial lunch. It just so happens that the work problem is already agreed upon."
"Yes fine."
It's kind of suspicious I'm having trouble with her brother chasing my girlfriend. Let's see if this has anything to do with Andrew.
Rachelle lived in the U. S., she's been at a banquet once, and she and one of her uncles have a cosmetics and toiletry business. Although their production systems were severely affected, some are still in operation today. And they are the ones who receive the incentive to restart their business.
I arrived at the restaurant that Mr. Hawke had ordered. I still recognize that beautiful girl.
"Miss Rachelle, Mr. Ethan Hawke asked me to replace lunch with you. Hope you don't mind...."
"Actually I asked for it, I thought even if Mr. Hawke was your boss but most of you would be directly involved with us. So I'm better off having lunch with you and getting to know you better." It turned out that he was the one who asked for it himself.
"It turns out so."
"Am I wrong?"
"Of course not. It's just not usually someone asking to meet a lower rank."
"You who are not yet 40 have reached this level is not a low level. Don't be too low on Mr. Gillian."