Chapter 14 Person of interest

Tiffany eyes were so focused on the performance before her.

It was like nothing she had ever seen before. Something ordinary but the process was extra to her. Details were aways so attractive to her sight.

She watched as the barista approached gently with his device and gave a slight bow. “Welcome, Miss Sullivan. We were hoping you would like a special coffee prepared for you, courtesy of the resort. We are pleased to have you staying in one of our finest apartments!”

“Hmm..really? Let's see what you have then…” she said, relaxing her mind off to see the magic the batista was about to perform.

She watched closely as he pulled the shot in 30 seconds…not lesser than that.

Precise and smooth.

The espresso flowed out slowly, thick and patient like a groom waiting to receive his bride in his arms.

The aroma rose to the air with ease, one could perceive the chocolate and cream with a little bit of something wild; something good enough to make her what she was there to do.

The barista handed it over and left the room with a smile. She held the coffee in her hands, stared at it like it shouldn't be forced. After all, some things are just too beautiful to rush.

And there came an express idea. Not only would she invite him over for a special meeting, she is gonna place everything that would get his attention  even down to his favorite picks.

“This better work….” She said to herself as she sipped the coffee.

“Hello, Mylo,” her soft voice swam through the speakers like an undisturbed boat in the sea.

“So how is art and life with you?” She started the conversation a bit poetic. Something she felt would interest him.

He chuckled…”That is quite a way to start a conversation. Miss Sullivan. Art is kind…I can't say the same about life,” he answered.

She was locked in. To her, that response had a deeper meaning. He saw art as a way to vent his sorrows….as art extended a helping hand but not reality itself.

“That must be quite distressing….” She responded.

“How do you mean?” Jaxon responded smartly and she chuckled.

She paused. She knew a phone call wouldn't do much of the game she was trying to play.

“You know I think we should have a private meeting. I have some things I would like to show you and have you partner with me on…just maybe then, I might give you a definite answer to your question,” she responded.

“That doesn't sound harmful. As long as it is art, I am in…” he said and the call disconnected.

“He is good with words. I must give him that…too good for the wretched fellow the third party paints him to be…..”

“Who knows? That could just be an added talent to his handiwork but I will find out soon enough..”

Without further hesitation, she arranged everywhere. Placed the couch right and set the room in quite a good scenery as an art collector she disguises herself to be.

Her phone beeps again and she just knew who was calling…

“What is it, Desmond? You don't call this much when I'm on a mission, this is unprofessional of you!” She lashed out on him.

“Take it easy, supergirl. I just got an update on this dude, Mylo Archer. Did you know he worked as a bartender? I mean he was so underpaid and ragged out by his fellow peers at work..”

“I got a glimpse of that while doing my investigation on that. Poor man found rich girl. Intoxicste her with his charms. Fell in love amd they got married..”

“Now that is why I called. I don't think they fell in love. There is something quite fishy in the in between and also there is no record of Mylo working elsewhere…”

“He was like…..”

“His life started and got noticed at the bar…” she completed the sentence before he could.

“Anything before that is blank and nothing to pick on….its like a shattered story and anyone interested would have to find the pieces to patch it all up…”

“I don't know how you intend to do it but you need to crack him real hard. He might look cheap but I am sure his story is rich,” Desmond spoke over the phone.

“What about the background check on his parents? Did anything come up at all?” She asked.

“That’s another major issue. Nothing of such. No police records. He was like he fell from heaven but some minor story check only says he originates from the slums so you get what else that could mean…”

“Hmmm….an intelligent way to cover up researching further origin….I know there is more to him.”

“Now I am more interested in the subject,” Tiffany uttered and ended the call immediately.

She sent Mylo a text of an address, he was to meet in a private gallery apartment but Mylo didn't know this.

The address was that of the resort and didn't indicate he was coming to privately owned suite.

Mylo was punctual.

The doorbell rang at exactly 2pm their meeting time.

“Hmm…early bird. Now I see why you are exceptional, not only  do you keep to details but also time,” Tiffany teased hoping to get under his skin.

He sat beside her on the comfy sofa.

“I’m surprised you wanted to see me here. I thought this was all about art..” he uttered in a low tone.

“Isn't it about art?” She said, spreading her arms wide for him to admire the scenery before him.

She served him a glass of wine and smacked her lips as she drank hers.

They stared at each other for a while.

“Are you looking to acquire new pieces from me?” Jaxon broke the silence.

“Yes and No…I also want to know the artist. You know what they say, from the artist, you can understand the art in the grandest way possible…”

“Very true…..” he responded in a calm tone.

That sudden feeling arose and they both looked at each other.

It was as though Jaxon felt the same way…..

Something familiar.

Something of old.

Something connecting.