Chapter 11 Suspicion
“This should be another easy task,” the voice of Tiffany echoed through the hallways as she stared at the contract document in her hands heading up to what seems like a private room in a motel.
She wasn't the type of woman who was seen in many scenes. She was the background type. A low key earner in the academy. Worked on several cases and had cracked them open like easy nuts.
“Another bag in the bin shouldn't be so difficult for her to achieve,” she would always say to herself. Some sort of motivational talk to get cracking.
Her room was full of papers of men and women, criminal record files, photographs of victims and perpetrators. It was like an investigation room but a pretty rough one. It was as though she was studying the entire universe in just one single room.
She threw rhe file on the table and helped herself with a cup of coffee as she pulled off her long coat and hang them on a stand just by the brown leather couch,in her work space.
"Now who do we have here?” she said as she sat on the edge of the sofa, staring at a picture of Mylo Archer one taken at a prominent event he attended with Delphine Sterling.
It was a sharp and clear picture showing him in full portrait and she kept staring at every details of his posture like she had something to bring out of it.
“Quite the confident stance but a bit sloppy,” she commented just by mere looking.
She opened her laptop, typed in a few keywords about him, and right away a web page popped up about Mylo..
“I see….an artist. This might just be what I am looking for. If he could draw, then he could talk about his paintings and if he could talk, he could reveal more than he thinks he is doing…even without realizing it!!”
That would be my cue then.
She rested her hand on her chin as she scrolled through the web pages, searching for where she could meet Mylo without having to contact the Sterling residence.
“An exhibition coming up? Perfect. I just need a good disguise then,” she muttered to herself.
She picked up her phone and dialed a number.
“Hello, Desmond….Where are you at the moment?” She said over the phone.
“You know already.playing video games..what's up? Do you have something for me?” The voice on the other end asked.
“Yeah but I need you to be entirely discreet about it. You have to assure me that. I'm dealing with some really important personalities and they don't like tails..”
“You’ve got to keep the whole thing private and closed. Can I get that from you?” she demanded.
“Definitely..send me the details. I'm all yours…”
“I need resources. I just had an idea. I need you to create a profile for me as an….erm…art collector..also you need to secure me an invite to the art exhibition happening in two days time at the Floral Show..”
“A premium card?”
She paused. She knew a premium invite would definitely attract a lot of attention to her and she just might get more than what she is aiming for. She needed something that would get her close enough to speak to Mylo on a mutual ground.
“Not premium…get me something in between. More like a regular but a known and respected one..”
“That would be the bronze invite,” Desmond interrupted.
“Well, you know this thing better than me. Just do it eitherways and I need everything ready in 24 hour tops..”
The whole gallery was filled with artworks and exquisite art pieces from all over, most of which were Jaxon’s handiwork. A piano melody raged through the air, giving the on lookers a sound to resonate with as they checked out the displays.
Jaxon was dressed in a fine linen shirt and wine-colored trousers, paired with black Louis Vuitton shoes. It had taken him a struggle to even leave the house after Delphine insulted him and shouted at him for hosting an exhibition with her money.
“After all, you agreed to pay for it,” Jaxon defended but she was quick to resort to disagreement.
“I know exactly what I did. Just do your shit and get back to this house on time and don’t let anything stain those clothes because they’re worth more than you are!!”
“Just the shoes alone could buy your generation if they are even worth something in the market!!” She insulted.
Jaxon swallowed his inner pride and went out still, his head almost buried into his neck.
“Is this your piece as well?” one of the expatriates asked Jaxon, who seemed distracted.
“Yes it is…” he nodded with a smile, glancing toward his distraction.
He kept looking at the lady in the brown long coat who happen to be standing in front of his recent paintings.
It was a unique piece and he never felt it could appeal to anyone's sight…just anyone….
“Do you have an interest in this ma'am?” He asked with sheer confidence and poise.
“Oh yes…I'm a collector and this piece right here, it speaks to me. I think I might want to acquire for this,for personal use..” Tiffany proposed.
Jaxon was moved by her words. The fluency. The articulation. It was like she knew exactly what she wanted and she went for it.
She had to be a sucker for creativity cause the art was drawn from a deep insight he had…something related to his past and the revenge in his mind towards the families.
He doubt if anyone could just resonate with the piece….Just like that..
“But why this piece, if I may ask? It speaks to you, or is it just a surface idea unless you’re not willing to reveal more?” Jaxon asked out of curiosity.
Their eyes met as she stood closely beside him.
Something triggered.
Not physical. Not divine. But unexplainable connecting.
Tiffany could phantom what the feeling was but she felt like she was standing beside a familiar person.
Like someone she had known before.
“What is this strange feeling all of a sudden?” She mumbled.
Uhn?
