Secretly Mine-Chapter 166: Familiar Face [Christian POV]

It was mid-afternoon by the time I left the company. The half-empty bottle of painkillers rattled in my pocket. It was the only way to fight the headache that only continued to get worse, but nothing was going to stop me from gathering the evidence I needed.

Just wait for me, Leslie. I’ll get the evidence.

Hopefully, after getting the evidence, she would trust me again, trust me enough to believe that she’s very important to me.

Ideally, I would focus on regaining my memories first. But since there wasn’t anything I could do that would actively help me recover them, I shifted my focus to getting evidence.

As I made my way down to the parking garage, I pulled out my phone and dialed Zach.

"Hey, Christian. What’s up?" he asked after a few rings.

My face turned serious. "I need you to tell me exactly what you’ve gathered so far on the Moresis. It’s time that I do some investigating of my own."

Zach’s voice turned cheerful, "This is great, man! Absolutely, I’ll tell you everything I know! Wanna meet up somewhere?"

"Sure, meet me at the usual spot. I’m heading there now," I said before ending the call.

Truthfully, I wasn’t in the mood to chat with Zach, but he had the information I needed. Without him, I wouldn’t even know where to begin.

I got into my car, slamming the door shut. It seemed that every little thing aggravated me more than usual, including something as menial as closing the car door.

Must be the headache.

Taking a deep breath, I started the car and drove off. Of course, as soon as I got out to the main street, there was an accident. Cars piled up in front and behind me, boxing me inside of the traffic jam.

"Fucking great," I exhaled, trying to keep my frustration in check.

I knew that this wouldn’t be resolved any time soon, so I simply leaned back in my seat, resting my head on my hand. Outside, more and more people showed up, trying to figure out what was going on up ahead.

The accident didn’t look lethal, but both cars were totaled.

Should I just ditch the car here and walk?

I quickly dismissed the idea. The walk to the club would take me over an hour from here.

I’ll just let Zach know that I’ll be late.

After sending him a quick message I went back to looking out of my driver’s side window, aimlessly observing the people outside.

A screaming child in his grandmothers arms, a young couple sharing an ice cream cone, and a bunch of business professionals constantly checking their phones as they walked along the sidewalk.

All of these people were something you would see on any average day here in the city. But someone did catch my eyes.

Behind everyone, a very upset looking woman was walking out of a convenience store, holding a piece of paper in her hands. She was dressed nicely, but the expression on her face told me that she wasn’t having a good day.

That makes two of us...

It wasn’t her appearance or expression that caught my eye, but a strange sense of familiarity.

Where have I seen her before?

No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t identify the woman. But the feeling that I’ve seen her before caused me to continue starting at her.

Just as I was about to give up, a sudden scene flashed through my mind. It was that very same woman but she was dressed in an all black uniform, looking frazzled. She was trying to apologize to Morgan, who was standing beside me.

I have seen her before!

Closing my eyes, I tried to picture where we were. The surroundings were luxurious and there were other, well-dressed people around. I replayed the short, broken memory a dozen times, trying to find clues of where I was.

I pictured the woman again and observed her uniform more closely, finally noticing the small embroidered logo on the collar of her shirt.

My eyes opened abruptly. "She worked at the Moresi auction house."

Without caring about the traffic or what people would think of me, I quickly stepped out of my car and approached her.

I walked over to her, startling her.

"Um...can I help you?" she asked, looking at me questioningly.

I looked down at the paper she was holding, realizing that it was her resume.

Did she quit?

"Hello. I believe we’ve met before, at the Moresi Auction House," I said, just to confirm that the woman from my memory was indeed her.

Her eyes widened and he hands fidgeted slightly, "Oh, umm... I think you have the wrong person," she said quietly.

I raised my eyebrow. It was very easy to tell that she was lying, but I wasn’t sure why she would lie about that. She looked visibly uncomfortable the moment I mentioned the auction house so I changed my approach.

Clearing my throat, I looked at her once more. "I couldn’t help but notice that you’re looking for a new job. I happen to own a business... would you be interested in working for me?"

The discomfort quickly vanished from her face, as she looked straight up at me. "Are you serious?"

I nodded, "Yes, I would just like a quick chat with you first."

She quickly straightened up and handed me the piece of paper, "Here is my resume, I’m willing to do anything."

Abigail Wess...

Her resume was pretty extensive but there was no mention of working at the Moresi auction house on it. Even with the gap on her resume, she should’ve easily gotten another job.

"May I ask why you haven’t gotten hired? Your experience is more than enough for most jobs."

She averted my gaze, hesitating on how she should answer.

"They...umm..they’ve found better candidates," she said quietly.

I glanced through the window of the convenience store behind her, noticing an older man teaching a high schooler how to work the till. He barely listened to his instructions, too busy picking his nose.

I’d say you’re overqualified...

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