Chapter 132: RICHARD
"Where to, Sir?" Lanke asked, as we drove past Leek Park.
Having booked the morrow with my boys, I needed to sleep today and that meant that I would have to go home early. It was already 4pm, meaning working hours were over.
But there were still things to be done at the office. Having spent the day on Sofia and her complications, I had to make up for it. Most importantly, the issue with the venue.
I had to call Mr Wan to know exactly what went amiss, that’s if he will give me a straight answer this time around, rather than beating about the bush.
Of all those in charge of HKCEC (Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Centre). He was the only one who had been honestly and openly receptive to our solicitation to use the venue for the collection launch. So if anything was amiss, he was the one I trusted to be honest with me, or so I had thought.
I hated being blindsided and if I wanted any shot at securing that venue or getting them to get us another venue, then I had to get my facts straight and right. But Mr Wan wasn’t helping matters.
"Take me back to the office," I told Lanke.
"Yes Sir" he bobbed, accelerating.
The events at the Blake Mansion weaved and wafted through my mind. Alicia and her daughters’ cruelty. The artworks, most especially ’Garden’. Perhaps I would ask Sofia more about it. And then, Sofia’s servitude.
It all felt surreal. Very unexpected. It was still shocking that Sofia took all that. She endured it all, to Alicia and then to her daughters. And yet, the same girl challenges me. It was insulting. Like she didn’t fear me as much as she did her stepmom and her stepsisters.
I will have to do something about that when I get her under my wing.
What was more vexing about it was that I didn’t just want her to speak up for herself or challenge them as much as she did me, but I had wanted to do it for her. I had wanted to snap at Alicia and her daughters and tell them to leave her the fuck alone.