Untitled Chapt

Bobby's pov.

" I love someone," her voice sounded very far, like it takes a lot of boldness to finally say it. I signed in relief as she muttered the words, Amelia blinked in incredulity, her eyes moving around with confusion clearly written on them, she looked scared at the same time. Imagine a successful grown lady like her to be pushed anywhere by her selfish father just because of business deals,  anyway, I can't blame him that much, because the same thing goes for my own Dad. If not for the only thing that kept me holding back my anger, and I also the kind of man my dad is, no matter how stubborn I am to him, it cost him nothing to send me back to Italy without feeling any remorse about it, so, I just have to move to the safer side. Not even when I have someone I am looking up to already. And, if I eventually take over the company, I will be free from his grip entirely. If not for anything, at least for me to remain in England, and because of someone I would want to lose at this stage.

We were all silent, nobody talked, only the tickling sound of the big wall clock that was in the room filled the silent atmosphere. My eyes were wondering about, moving from Amelia's Father back to Amelia, who was not looking down at her finger. I somehow feel sad for her more than myself. I can survive with all this pressure, but what of the vulnerable figure sitting across the table?

" Amelia, don't tell me you are yet to forget that guy." Mr Harry broke the silence. I was actually surprised at how calm his voice sounded. I thought he would go totally berserk with what her daughter just said. Instead of saying something, Amelia only nodded without even raising her head. Her father sighed, he reached for the glass of wine that was in his front and gulped all the content down to his throat at once, and then  leaned back into the chair he was sitting.

" Harry, I think this meeting will be scheduled for another day, it won't be a bad idea if you use the spare time before the next meeting to settle things with your daughter. '' My  father muttered out of nowhere, no hint of emotion, his voice was bleak. I darted my eyes to his side and frowned a little bit, trying to get his attention but all my efforts were in vain, he didn't gaze at my side, not even for once.

" When is your son going to take over?" Amelia's father retorted, his eyes moving frantically between my father and I. All the hair on my body stood straight, as I eagerly waited for his answer. I knew it wouldn't be long, but I just wanted to hear him say it by himself. To my surprise, he kept mute for a few seconds without saying a word, when the silence was becoming unbearable I started having this ill feeling that something must be wrong. Did he change his mind? No, that can't be possible, I nudged my head a little at the thought, but still, did something happen that made him change his mind? 

" Before my next trip to Denmark," he finally mumbled, the emotion that was creeping a over me earlier disappeared immediately, it won't be a good thing if the plan changed all of a sudden when am starting to dance to his tune.

" That means, in a week time?" Mr Harry replied to him, his voice sounded surprised. It takes my brain a few seconds to process what I just heard. Wait, did he really say a week? No! This can't be! Why the rush all of a sudden? I was told that it will happen after a month, so what's this fuss all about? 

" But Amelia told me it will happen after a month" I blabbered out before I could stop myself. From the corner of my eyes, Amelia raised her head a little as I said her name. Ohhh, since all this while, I didn't even realise that she was bearing the same name as my "Soon to be" Secretary.

" The plan has been changed, do you have any problem with it?" My father replied sharply.

"No.....oooo" I stuttered,looking away from him at the same side, and everything went silent again. My phone started to ring all of a sudden.

" Excuse me, sir," I said. I stood up and quickly left my seat to talk with the caller, which I assume to be no other person than Melanie. I talked with her earlier to ask about Melissa, and she told me she will call me later when they reached the hospital. She is also the one that told me that my pictures with Amelia, when we are having lunch together like an hour ago is all over the internet. 

I shoved my hand into my suit and quickly brought out the phone, a smile formed on my lips as I glared at the caller name, " Like I guessed" I whispered, besides, is not like am expecting a call from any other than her.

" Melanie," I called as I placed my iPad to my ear. She doesn't reply me immediately like she did when we talked earlier, " Melanie, are you there? " I asked suspiciously. Feeling uncomfortable already at her silence treatment.

" Bob....by" her voice broke, it sounded gloomy at the same time. I felt a frisson of scare swept over my entire body, did something happened to Melissa? 

" Talk to me, what happened" I tried not to sounds scared, still my voice was poorly disguised.

" Melissa, just lost her Dad," she broke the heartbroken news to me, my hand gum to the phone, and my freeze to the cold linoleum. 

" Her father is dead?" I stammered, trying to confirm if I really heard her clearly, my hand us now trembling and sweating at the same time. I can feel the hotness in my blood, and my fast heartbeat.

" Yes, I just thought I should tell you, before to get to this place" She whispered before ending the call. Knowing that she was no longer on the line, I find it difficult to move the phone from my ear, stood on a a lot like a stagnant water. "No!" I screamed loudly, the next thing? I run out of the glass door, not even bothering to go tell my dad and his visitors that I have somewhere to go urgently 

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