7| A Black Masked Man

|Aaron's POV ||

...the unconscious body of Martha into a white car and drove away. Even the number board of the car was also missing ", Mr King narrated us the entire incident. When the very words dawned me, I was dumbfounded. Vio has such a hazardous hater, who freaking devised such a planned murder. My mouth hung open, with eyes gaping at the inspector widely.

I swallowed the bile rising in my throat while clutching the fork tightly. My eyes are blazing with the fresh warm tears, but I blinked it away.

I looked at the inspector who suddenly cleared his throat to subside the awkwardness. I can't withstand here anymore. Standing up, I looked at Mr King.

" Mr King, I suddenly remembered, I have an important meeting to attend. I will take my leave ", I said with a stony bosom, while he nodded with a small smile.

" Kia, will you come with me? I will drop you", I offered her hastily.

"No Aaron. I have brought my car. Thank you", she murmured with terror still looking down.

I nodded and hastily departed the cafe.

I headed towards my car and while opening the car's door, my eyes fell on a black-figure with a black mask, hiding behind a black car. I sensed him to be peering at me, from his hidden position. I turned at him and found him to be the same "mysterious" man, I saw at the charity event. As soon as I looked at him, he swivelled his head away and started sprinting towards the other side.

I started pacing hastily towards him. Suddenly, my ringing phone stopped me. I looked around and not finding the man, I shoved out my phone.

"Hello", I answered in an annoyed tone.

"Hello, A", Zach said in his usual cheerful tone.

" What the heck!? why you called me?", I asked with gritted teeth. His unnecessary phone call slipped the man out of my hands.

"Hey!! Cool man!! What happened?", calming myself I racked my hairs with my other hand.

" I'm sorry Zach...I'm just... ", I closed my eyes to gulp down the bile rising in my throat.

" It's okay A!! Come to the office, Tom is here ", he said and hung down the phone.

Turning back, I slide into the car and drove away to Smith Co.

Panning out from the car, I headed into the twenty stories building in front of me. After Vio's death, this has been my home. I just inundate myself into work day and night, to somewhat keep my mind off Viola. Those mesmerising sea-blue eyes have been stuck into my mind, like two magnets. How much I try, I just can't wipe her away. The heart stings hard sometimes, whenever I got reminded of her. Every sour feeling rises which I could subdue much.

Heading into my chamber, I met Tom in his usual black tuxedo. He is one of my most trustworthy men. From the very time I was handed over the CEO position, he has been gripping with the company and providing all possible help.

I shook his hand with a small smile lingering on her lips. He reciprocated the smile.

" Tom, it's great to see you here. I called you to find about a person with deep hazel eyes with a deep scare on his/ her forehead. ", I informed him. "And I have a sketch of those eyes and scar", saying so I handed him the sketch. Mr King, with the help of Martha, has instructed a painter to sketch those eyes and scar with the details provided by Martha.

He nodded with a sincere expression.

" Okay, sir ".

"Good!! Now you can go", saying so I dismissed him.

" Now tell me what's the matter?", Zach asked me after a while tapping his hand impatiently on the tabletop.

I looked over to him and huffed down.

"I went to meet Mr King and he said...",  I told him the entire conversation of us.

After listening and pondering over it for a bit, he said, " Umm...I see. So, that means now we have to find out this person with deep hazel eyes and a deep scar in his/her forehead. ", he summarised my words and thinking a bit continued," I guess, Tom will be able to find him/her out soon".

He said while I nodded knowingly.

"And that black-masked man I told you about is, quite cryptic too. And I pretty much suspect him ", I said while tapping my chins in deep thought.

He nodded understandingly. " Yes!! So now we need to know about these two-man or one man with two covers", he said furrowing his eyebrows in deep notion.

I nodded, agreeing with his words.

Then, we headed for our works but I somewhat couldn't concentrate a bit, only the sketch of those deep hazel eyes with a scarce and that black-masked man spewed in my mind.

Author's POV

"Darling, what are you thinking so much", Mrs Harell asked her husband while caressing his cheeks with her long, slender fingers and snuggling deep into his embrace.

" Nothing much, just the Smiths ", he answered absent-mindedly while looking up at the white ceiling.

" Honey, do you think they will get to know?", Mrs Harell asked strengthing herself a bit and looking up at her husband.

"I honestly don't know. But I hope they will never otherwise things will be very disastrous for us ", Mr Harell said closing his eyes with all the tiredness due to Viola and her death.

They know that if there deep grounded secret gets exposed, they will be in such peril. The secret of that inky night needed to remain subdued for them.

Mrs Harell suddenly stood up from his bed and headed towards his closet. Taking out a small white piece of cloth, he handed it to Mr Harell.

" Honey, do you remember this?", she asked with a painful expression.

Scanning the cloth his eyes fell on those red imprints of lipstick. His face drained all its colour and looked pale. Those past events are not at all good to recall them again.

"This is the very handkerchief which brought the rift between us ", she said while warm, fresh tears welling up in her eye.

" Theo, do you still love her? ", she asked out of a blue and Mr Harell snapped his head towards her.

" No love, I only love you ", he tried to assure her but trust is like a soft glass which once broken cannot be assembled back. The trust which she has lost for him compelled her not to believe him again but her stupid heart doesn't pay attention to her thoughts.  His confession caused her heart skipped a bit but those past events again froze those warm feelings.

She nodded her head without reciprocating those three words and shifted back to her side of the bed.

" Good night Theo! ", saying so, her eyes got heavy and she put herself to slumber. Mr Harell, on the other hand, still in the anticipation how to prove his love and gain back her trust which he has lost long ago and for all that, today he only blames...

Viola...

To be continued ----