Escape II

Paul has never been more unsure. When he asked Patrick to contact 'New dawn' media company and make arrangements for a last-minute meeting, he couldn't believe himself. Now he was pacing to and fro in his king's size bedroom, he paused and stared into the full length mirror situated at an angle to his wardrobe. He has made a mess of that angle. Will this even do, he thought flipping out at the end of his coat, it's a little too formal, but ain't this how it supposed to be, a formal meeting?

Damn me! Who am I trying to impress.

His bedside alarm went off. It's time. He rang for Patrick, the butler appeared almost immediately and was shocked at sight of the mess. His master has never had a wardrobe conflict not to mention how clumsy he has been all morning. Sensing his mood, he doubt if it's the right moment to drop the bomb he has holding back.

"Patrick, please let Edward know am ready and will be out in a minute." "Okay sir." Patrick replied and turned to leave. "Oh Patrick?" Paul called "Yes," "A moment, please." "Okay sir" Patrick answered and turned back. Now standing in the middle of the room, "Anything I can do for you, sir?" "What do you think of this?" Paul asked, pointing at the clothes he had on. "Excellent, my Lord!" "For the zillionth time, call me Paul, please!" Paul said between gritted teeth. "I can only call you Mr. Harvey, if it pleases you s..." He was about to say Sir when quickly shut his mouth. "It doesn't, that dude is my great-grandfather whom I only met on a painting. I don't even know where that piece is right now, so please call me Paul!" "Okay, Paul." Patrick said, almost whispering. "See, it's not rocket science! You may go."

Patrick walked out of his master's bedroom with a twitch of smile on his lips. He started this job when he was almost nineteen and for the thirty years or so he had spent on it, he has never met a master as lienient and as simple as Paul. For the five years he has spent with, he can confidently say that. Some wouldn't even allowed him to call them with their last names, just master, the more civilized once had settled for Sir. Paul wasn't offering his last name but his first. He has been treating him more like family since his first day.

"Oh, Edward, there you are. Mr. Harvey is ready and will be out any minute." "But Pat, don't you think we'll be too early for this meeting, he said it's scheduled for 2pm and it's five minutes past one. Not to mention that it's only thirty minutes drive to our destination." "Edward, Mr. Harvey has been distressed about this meeting. He started dressing up at 10am. In this situation I learned it's better not to ask." Edward's eyes were big with surprise and before he could say anything, Paul had appeared.

Paul looked at the two men questionably, as if he overheard their conversations. "Ah! Here he is." Patrick said. "Good afternoon, Mr. Harvey." Edward greeted and Paul made a face, obviously tired of being called somebody else's name, as he claimed. "Good afternoon. Shall we?" "Yes." "Later, Patrick." Paul waved his Butler before heading to the SUV. "Safe trip."

Paul sat in the car. Lost in the train of his thoughts, he was completely unmindful of his driver's comments about the weather. What are you doing? He asked himself, are you even sure? Of course he wasn't. He only hoped she would be present and act like a reasonable adult. He only wished to see her again, whatever it takes. But is that all you want? he wondered, just that made you nervous all night all morning? "Holy fuck!" he cried out loud. "I beg your pardon, Sir?" "I am sorry Edward, please don't mind that." Now what exactly the fuck is wrong with him, shouldn't he just turn back home, collect his thoughts before he act, to avoid irrational decisions. Obviously he was making a clown of himself in front of the servants.

But it's Cathy, he has been everything but rational with her. Everytime he sees her it's like she takes his brains with her instead of the heart he was offering. And your money too, he said to himself. God knows he was a womanizer. Has had more than his own share of women, but he wanted to do right by her, just that she turned out to be just like the rest; a gold digger, a money Hunter and a motherfucking good looking slut with eyes as innocent as the cat's. She had him at her finger tips. And broke his heart like he never mattered. She can pretend and put on a show to the ends of the Earth and back! Fucking witch! His heart is betraying him, he couldn't believe despite everything, he still yearns for her!