CHAPTER 7

Shay's POV

Every morning is like the same routine repeating itself every day. I get ready for work and left home in my casual clothes and then later change in my car in a suitable work outfit. My mother always leaves home every morning just to meet up with her friends and have breakfast at a fancy restaurant. Sometimes I wonder whether her friends have a life or has other things to do rather than meeting up with my mom every day and talk about their boring lifestyle. My father and Shawn are the only two people who would take their time having breakfast at home first before leaving together for work. They would usually spend that time in talking about what they'll be doing for today, who will they be meeting, business things and whatsoever.

I know Shelby is always having breakfast at her favorite restaurant before going straight to work. I even saw her once drinking coffee with some guy, it could be her secret boyfriend or some guy she's just seeing but honestly I highly doubt that she might be seeing someone. I may not have spent time with my sisters but I know how to observe them and Shelby is the type of person that focuses on being a girl boss rather than wasting her time on men. Shanelle on the other hand, is never at home.

She has her own place to stay, and the only person who could convince dad to get whatever the hell she wants. She also travels a lot because she's a supermodel working in an agency runs by Sylvia's mom. So I don't really know or care what she could be up to these days but she does comes home on weekends or whenever she needs something from dad.

Last night, I skipped dinner because the last thing I needed at the end of the day is another long boring judgy lecture from mom and long pointed meaningless glares from dad. I also forgot to set my alarm last night which is why I woke up late today, running around in my room trying to get ready before heading to work. I was rushing down the staircase while putting my watch around my wrist when I heard someone call my name from the back. As an automatic response for being caught leaving early in the morning, I instantly froze on the spot.

I slowly turned around and released a sigh of relief when I saw that it was just Shawn.

"Morning." He said with an easy smile on his face.

"Morning. How are you still here? I thought you already left."

He shrugged and we both walked down the staircase together and started walking towards the front door.

"Nope, haven't had my coffee yet." I chuckled and quickly checked my watch for the time.

"You're late aren't you?" He asked in a low whisper and I sighed before looking up and meeting his eyes again.

"Forgot to set my alarm again." He nods his head and quickly glanced around the room.

"Well you better get going now before mom gets back. I'll see you later." I smiled at him and hugged him while he placed a kiss on my head.

This is how our relationship works in this house. We always look out for each other and care for one another all the time. Even if our relationship with our parents and sisters are not that great, at least we have each other to rely on.

We pulled away from the embrace and I waved him goodbye while I started to walk towards the door.

"Shay?" I turned back and found him looking concerned with his brows knitted together.

"What happened at that date that mom set up for you?" Just recalling the memory leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

He slowly walks towards me, his eyes scanning my face for the answer already.

"Nothing happened. He just realized that I wasn't his type and that's why he decided to cancel our second date. Which is a good thing though, I'm not looking forward to see him again."

He kept staring at me for about a minute too long and I was starting to feel the urge to leave considering the fact that I'm already late for work.

"I should go now-"

"Is that the only thing that happened?" He asked again with a rigid tone.

"Yes." He pursed his lips and puts his hands in his pockets.

"Well according to a friend of mine who was coincidentally there that day in that restaurant, he said he saw Chase Evans tipped over a glass of water all over you on purpose. Is that true? He did that to you?"

My mind was running around in circles to choose which excuse to tell him, but then I realized, its Shawn I'm talking to. There's no reason for me to lie to him because we tell each other everything anyway.

"Yes, but don't worry about it it's no big deal." He quickly frowned at me.

"No big deal? The guy will pay for what he did. He embarrassed you in a public restaurant in front of so many people."

"Look Shawn, I have to go. We'll talk about this later okay?"

I started walking away in a hurry and walked straight to my car parked in the garage and sat inside for about a minute, thinking about what Shawn just said. Knowing him, he probably won't let go of this issue until it's resolved. I just hope he doesn't do anything yet that might turn into a problem.

Jason's POV

"Anything else?" Sylvia Falcon quickly nods her head upon hearing my question and she placed a file in front of me on my table and flips it open.

"Yes sir, I just need your signatures on this for the marina project construction plan." I picked up my pen, signed the papers inside and closed the file and gave it back to her.

I stood up and buttoned my suit jacket and glanced at my watch.

"Are the clients from Italy here yet?" She also checked her watch and hugged the file closer to her chest while looking up at me.

"They will be arriving shortly. The board members along with Mr. Matthew Evans is already seated in the conference room, refreshments are all arranged along with bottles of Fiji water just like you've requested, and projectors and presentations are all ready to go."

I grabbed my phone and smiled appreciatively at her while walking out of my office, heading towards the conference room on the fourth floor.

"Thank you Miss Falcon. I appreciate the effort." She grinned happily before we stepped into the elevator.

"Just doing my job."

I suddenly thought of all the possible reasons why she would be working for me. For someone with the last name "Falcon" it would only mean she's one of them or she could be related. I was surprised to learn that she happened to be the latter despite my feelings for the Falcons I still hired her to be my personal assistant anyway. Her last name may be Falcon, but the original Falcon family is the one I have hard feelings for.

"Miss Falcon there's another thing I would like for you to do. There's a bunch of people waiting at the lobby downstairs, all here for an interview, and I would like you to interview them and see if you can find a good reliable person that we can hire as Mr. Evans new personal assistant."

She remained silent for a few seconds and I quickly glanced at her right before the elevator doors open.

"Of course sir. I'll get on it straight away."

I nod my head and stepped out of the elevator while she stays inside and pressed the button for the first floor to take her downstairs. I walked down the hall and nodded in greeting at the people that greets me along the way. I took my phone out of my pocket and started texting Chase, wondering if he's going to be here as well, and he texted me back a few seconds later that he's on his way already. I slipped my phone back in my pocket and when I looked up, my legs stopped moving.

She was standing there. Smartly dressed, looking as professional as I had imagined her to be, with a beautiful smile on her face. When Sylvia introduced her to me yesterday, I thought I was imagining things when I saw her again. Like, what are the odds that I would meet her again and later found out that she's working in a place that I happened to own. I was never one to believe in fate but seeing her twice in a row now, could mean something right?

I finally noticed the people she was happily talking to and recognized one of them as Mr. Russo, one of the Italian clients that I was expecting to meet today. She immediately escorts them inside and I followed them in a minute later. I didn't get a chance to say a proper 'good morning' or 'hello' to her since she went out the other door in the room right before I entered. Right at the moment when I was comfortably seated and greeting the clients, I finally remembered something.

The bracelet.

I didn't get a chance to return it. But something tells me that I should hold on to it for a while longer that it might come in handy one day.