18 Ninth Vow: Former Fiancée Troubles II

"I think I know enough he has men watching over her. Once they notify him, I wouldn't be surprised if your body is found dismembered and floating on the river. Think more clearly. He is just some 20-something kid, yet he has got a mind of an experienced unsympathetic business man."

Lucia sighed. "Fine, I'll tell my men to back off for now."

"If I were you, I'd step up my game. Find out about his dirty secrets and expose those to the one he holds dear. Physical evidences are a must."

"It's not like you can do any better than me anyway."

"Fuck you. Bye then."

"This moody ass bitch." Gerald hanged up on her. She dialed another number. It is one of her men contact information.

"Ma'am?"

"Cancel the plan. Inform them." She said concisely all the while looking at her perfectly manicured nails. The red hue gave her a more sadistic yet enamoring vibe. 'Seriously, why can't a good thing ever come my way! First, that damned Victor and second, I can't even harm that bitch.' She thought darkly.

"Yes Ma'am." The man replied.

After eating breakfast, she went back to her bedroom to change. All furniture have been replaced and the room is spotless. All traces of her tantrum are gone. She searched for the perfect outfit inside her walk-in closet.

"If I can't touch Obelia, then what? Let's not be too hasty Lucia." She inhaled deeply. "Let's not be too hasty."

On Grey's end, everything went according to what he desired. That is one problem scratched on the list. Right now, he needed to concentrate in running the department. Technically he is a year older than Catherine. He'll graduate first.

Minutes tuned to hours then to days. He had so little interaction with Catherine. They had to cancel the movie plan because both of them got their hands full. She had project, essays and activities to finish. He has a company to run and school to finish.

The ticking clock gave him peace. It was all he could hear for now. He is currently finishing the presentation. His group mates as he described them to Catherine are as good as dust. Completely useless.

"I miss Cathy." He uttered under his breath. He opened his phone and his lock screen is Catherine's Instagram latest picture. She rarely posts pictures of her. She took mostly plants, sceneries and dogs. She wore a white crop top and high-waisted shorts.

"I can't even see her even if I wanted to. I have too much workload. I guess her picture can suffice for now." As if on cue Catherine called. "Hey Cathy, missing me?"

"No. Not in the least." She giggled over the phone. "I just want you to know that I'll be hanging out with Victor."

"What?!"

"Yeah, I figured we should catch up."

"Can't you cancel that?"

"No. I'm calling you to let you know. Just because we really don't have an official label but since I'm kind of, I don't know, seeing you, you should at least know." Grey's heart melted a little. 'Heck yeah, I should know.'

"Well then, when we are both free, we can sort of this missing label hm." He hummed. A short smile forming on his chiseled face. "If smirking was a sound, this would probably it… I'm hanging up now, okay?"

"So soon?"

"I know you are busy and everything, the same goes for me at the moment – so yeah."

"When you get to see him, text me 'right?"

"Yeah, okay." Catherine replied half-heartedly. "Bye, Grey."

"Bye Cathy."

He got back to work and watched the clock once more. "Once, I finished all this shit up. I'll make my move on Rovanovich."