Handkerchief

"Sir I have to remind you, you have a meeting with..." Celia said.

"Okay Celia, that's all, thank you" he thanked Celia as he was checking his phone, Reeya was chatting with him but he ignored her text.

His phone beeps again, he picks up the phone and clicks the message icon, he frowns when he sees the chat, Reeya sends him a picture of herself naked.

So he closed his phone and started working again after a few hours signing and checking some paperwork.

He walks out of his office as he is fixing clothes, Celia sees him going, she asks.

"Sir will I order lunch for you?" she asked.

He replied while he checks his watch it was 10:57, "Yes after my meeting with the partner company"

After that he went down to the lobby, the employees greeted him and he just nodded at them. He got into his car and drove his car for five minutes.

He noticed one of his female employees was in a park talking with someone a woman with while he's driving he never thought that woman was once part of his life.

He kept driving to his destination. When he arrived he parked his car in the V.I.P section, he got out, he stepped onto something, he picked it up.

A handkerchief he cleans off the dust, the smell coming from the handkerchief Jameson smells familiar.

"M.A?" What does this mean?

He put the handkerchief inside the car and continued to go into the building. The receptionist drools over him but he does not notice it.

She led him into the meeting room where he met the president of the partner company.

"Mr. Aguinaldo!" he greeted him and reached his hand out for a shaking hand and patted his arm. He felt a little pain from that.

The man had an aura of a veteran, the way he stood and his posture defined his discipline. His white hair gleams with the light, his eyes are sharp.

"Mr. Sanders!" he greeted back, smiling at him back.

"Mr. Aguinaldo of the 8th avenue is here what do you want, have a sit first" Mr. Sanders gestured in the seat in front Jameson frowned at that statement.

"Mr. Sanders, what do you mean? We are a partner company." Jameson said seriously and he turned sharply at Mr. Sanders.

"What? Don't you know the contract is over '' Mr. Sanders chuckled.

"That's why I'm here Mr. Sanders, I like you to sign another contract," Jameson said calmly.

He pushed the contract to Mr. Sanders, Sanders picked it up and took a glance at the contract.

"I'm sorry Mr. Aguinaldo but I have already signed a contract earlier" Sanders smiled at him that made Jameson offended.

"Mr. Sanders if you sign our contract you'll make more money!" Jameson raised his voice a little and he was frustrated. Sanders frowned at him but didn't say anything

"you are one of the longest partners of our company. Why are you backing out? If you're worried you can't supply us you can build additional factories" Jameson calmly explained despite being pissed off.

"I'm sorry Jameson but we signed an exclusive contract with Avelino Group, I can't help you about that" Mr. Sanders said with a cold face.

Jameson's smile faded with the Avelino Group? This doesn't make sense Mr. Sanders" he murmured while he looked at Sanders.

"Jameson this is the business world, you know this. Ask your father Jameson maybe he had a way to solve this" Mr. Sanders said and left the room quietly not even saying goodbye to Jameson.

Jameson was still there sitting, pondering about the company. He was frustrated, no one knew the brink of collapse of the 8th avenue except the top executive someone was leaking this news and this was his theory, the investors are backing away from the company who wants to invest in a company that is nearly destroyed.

The 8th avenue now is a normal company like others not in the past the company is a magnate that everyone bows down, the Avelino Group was surpassing his company in a blink of an eye, the only way he can save the company is to loan in the bank to stabilize the downfall and bring back up the company, slowly paying the loan in the bank.

He had no choice, he cannot blame his father for this disaster. His father built the company over the years. He sighs, picks up the papers, and leaves the room. He should try other companies.

***

"Young master" Mr. Sanders was in his office, he was on a call with the man.

With his hand in his pocket and another in his phone, he was emitting an aura of bloodlust.

"He left the building young master, like you said I declined Mr. Aguinaldo" he was talking with the man respectfully.

A deep voice coming from the other line "Good"

Mr. Sanders was sweating, he could feel the dangerous aura even when he was talking over the phone, his boss was mysterious, he only met him once, he didn't know him very well so he was afraid of him.

"Young master what about the other companies he will aproa--" his boss cuts him off.

"No need to worry about it Mr. Sanders, just followed the plan" he was scared, his sweat was trickling like water so he wiped it off.

"I'm sorry young master" He apologized to him.

The man didn't say anything but spoke something else.

"Omnes una manet nox" his voice resonates in the call.

Mr. Sanders repeated the line "Omnes una manet nox"

The man hung up the phone.

***

Jillian was going into the building her mind is floating and she has that feeling she loses something, her mind can't get hold of it.

"Are you okay Ms. Vergara? Something wrong?" her boss faced her and asked.

"No sir I'm just tired" she replied dryly.

"Are you sure?" she felt weird why she seemed worried at her, she stared at him strangely.

Mr. Avelino saw her strange look, he smiled awkwardly and explained.

"I'm just worried about my employees if they're sick. The productivity of the company decreases," he explains while walking in the building.

"Oh" she just nodded and followed her boss in.

At the lobby the receptionist greeted them.

"Good afternoon sir" they greeted with a smile, Mr. Avelino nodded at them and Jillian smiled back at them and said hello.

She noticed one they had a stain in her clothes she asked.

"What happened to you?"

"uhh, this? I spilled my coffee in me" she answered.

"Hey, can you get the tissue," she said at her colleague then suddenly Jillian remembered.

Her handkerchief!