The Last Laugh

Chapter 42

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Ace's POV:

The next day, we were Friday morning. I finished what I had to type for Heather and went to give it to

her.

"Here." I handed over the papers, after greeting her.

"Thanks." she took them and kept the away. Then she looked at me "Uh, about yesterday, it was

Shirley's idea." she blushed.

"I know. It's not like you." I smiled.

She raised a brow.

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"That it doesn't seem kind something you would come up with. You seem too innocent and timid."

She laughed.

"That's what people who don't know me well, think. I'm not that innocent, Ace."

"You sure? I doubt." I teased.

"People always say that about me. Yes, I can call myself good but innocent is a little exaggerated."

I pocketed my hands.

"Until you prove the contrary, that's how many, including myself, will see you."

"I don't care about many."

"But you care about me?" I teased.

She widened her eyes playfully and laughed a little.

"You're unbelievable. I didn't say that."

"But you didn't mention that you didn't care about my opinion either so..."

She rolled her eyes.

"Get out of my office, Ace." she said with a smile. I smiled back.

"As you say, boss. Call me when you need me." I winked at her and left the office.

After speaking to Heather anytime, I always had a smile on my face. I decided to go greet Christina.

I knocked at her door and she asked me to come in.

When I did, the smile on my face faded and I stopped dead in my tracks. Guess who was sitting right

there and discussing with her.

Rob.

Yes, Rob.

A whole set of flashbacks returned to me on the spot. This was her sidekick or partner in crime.

The baldheaded ranch worker who'd flogged me and had beaten me up with the iron part of his heavy,

leather belt back when I was a little helpless kid in that stable. The idiot who'd gone to get the bees to

come pour them on me.

The one Christina had called for help the day my father had threatened to report her.

The one she'd called for help on the day my dad disappeared.

I wasn't a kid no more.

My dad had clearly been murdered.

And I saw no one else but him.

Age hadn't caught up with him that much. He still looked healthy. I felt my throat go dry.

He'd remained the thin ugly man with a ball head and a long red beard that I'd known as a kid.

If I had to punch him now, he'd probably fly across the room.

"Ace dear, why are you standing there lost?" Christina asked me.

"Oh, sorry." I approached them.

"This is Ace. My secretary." she told Rob, "One of the employees. Very hard working. He might get a

promotion if he keeps pleasing me with his work." I looked at her and she smirked. There was

something naughty about that sentence and I understood it.

"Nice to meet you, Ace." Rob stretched out a thin hand to greet me. I stared at him silently for some

seconds. Then gave in and shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you too." I withdrew my hand and turned to Christina, "Just wanted to greet you, ma'am.

Let me return to my work."

"Okay, Ace. Call Heather for me, please."

"Yes, ma'am."

I left.

Christina's POV:

"I don't like him." Rob told me after Ace left.

"Why?"

"You should've seen the cold stare he gave me. It wasn't right."

I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe he wasn't in his mood Rob. He didn't look okay."

"I don't know, Christina. I have some sort of flare for such people. Don't trust him."

I rolled my eyes.

"Rob, don't start. Trust me, he's just not in his mood today."

"Hm, if you say so." Rob then smiled and looked around at the office, "All this is finally yours."

He laughed and I joined him.

"Yes Rob, and all thanks to you!" I smiled and opened a drawer, "Here..." I gave him a heavy amount of

money.

"All this for me? Oh Christina, you always spoil me when I come here." he laughed.

"You deserve it, pal." I laughed.

He put the money in his bag.

"Gotta go now." he stood up, "Have a good day, beautiful."

"Thank you." we hugged each other and he left the office.

Minutes later, Heather came in.

"You called me?"

She folded her arms.

"Yes, dear. Please, sit down. Please." I begged. She sat down.

"What is it?"

"Well, I wanted us to do something tomorrow. As a family. Let's go to the beach and have a little picnic."

"Hum!"

"Heather, I'm serious."

She stared at me.

"Why now?"

"Please dear. Sawyer's okay with it. Let's put in an effort and try." I begged her.

Heather was softhearted.

"This is the last time, mom. I'll follow y'all for your so-called family plan. But if anything goes wrong,

again, trust me, mark my words, you can put a cross on my existence as your daughter."

I knew she was dead serious.

"Yes, dear."

"And as for Sawyer, warn her. If she does anything to anger me again, she can put a cross on me too."

I looked at her and nodded. She stood up, turned on her heels and left.