Felicity's Point of View
Quintin made me laugh so hard while he defended himself. My stomach was cramping already, but I couldn’t help it.
"I don’t know what made you think I'm interested in the old lady. I'm referring to the other lady who was with you, Felicity!" he exclaimed. His face was flushed red, and his eyes were filled with disgust as he spoke to me.
He almost convinced me to change something in his files that day. Many widows still want to find someone to be with, and once they find out he’s available, sure enough, I will be flooded with clients.
Yes, I also accept elderly clients. They are mostly rich and willing to pay a hefty amount just for my service, but most of my clients are confidential because some of their children don't want their parents to get married again. But that’s not our problem, so let's return to Quintin.
"Okay, okay! Sorry for not being clear, but who are they? What is her daughter's name?" he asked while I composed myself, but when I opened my mouth to give him the answer he needed, my mobile phone suddenly rang.
It was on the desk right in front of me. I saw the registered caller. It was the client I would meet that day.
“Wait a minute, Quintin, I’ll just answer this,” I excused myself, swiping the accept button on the screen and placing it right next to my ear.
He gestured his hand to tell me to go on, and before I could say hello, the client had already spoken, and her tone seemed anxious.
“Are you on your way now?” she asked me. I thought she was already at the meeting place and waiting for me. I checked the time on the wall clock, and she would be ten minutes early if she had been there already.
"No, I'm still here in my office and just about to leave,” I lied.
“Oh, thank goodness!” I heard her utter. She took a pause and sighed. I could hear her loud sigh from the other line like she was greatly relieved. “I called to tell you I have an urgent meeting to attend. I’m about to meet a big client of our company for whom I've been waiting for a long time. I don't want to let this opportunity pass. Can we reschedule our meeting? I know how hectic your schedule is, but it won't matter if that would be next week or month," she continued.
That lady was indeed a workaholic. She had been so focused on the company she had worked as a manager for almost ten years that she didn’t have time for a love life. I heard she was a candidate for promotion and that the client she talked about could push her to a higher position in the company. Who am I to stop that?
"Well, I could reschedule. I want to congratulate you in advance now. I know you can get a yes from them! Break a leg!” I exclaimed, and she thanked me after ending the call.
I wasn't upset that she couldn't come, but if I was already there and told me she couldn't come after making me wait, I might postpone our next meeting until next year.
After that short conversation on the phone, I went back to Quintin. He was leaning back in his seat while staring at the cactus on my desk. It seemed he was in another dimension, spacing out while thinking about something.
I called his name twice, but I couldn’t get his attention. Then suddenly, an idea popped into my head, making me grin while thinking about it.
"Who are you interested in again, the mother?" That was meant as a joke, but it seemed I pressed a button to turn on the annoyance from that man.
I didn’t know why he even bothered to come to my office to ask about my client’s stepdaughter. Her name is April, but I won’t tell him that yet.
He finally moved his eyes and stared at me after he heard what I asked.
"Stop making fun of me,” he warned me after his eyebrows met. “I never thought of hitting on a widow. Many young women are begging me to take them to bed, so why would I get someone who has already lost her moisture?" he convinced me.
Frankly, that was harsh. He seemed so annoyed already, so I decided to act professionally.
"Unfortunately, I don't know much about the daughter. Her stepmother is my client, so I don’t have information about the girl you’re asking about,” I replied, and like a snap, Quintin's expression changed. It was evident in his face how disappointed he was. “But—” I continued, and his eyes lit up. “Maybe we can get some details about her in her stepmother’s folder. I'll email it to you. I hope you can find anything there.” Quintin nodded.
I couldn’t even believe his mood would change that fast.
"Thank you! But I have another favor to ask. I can gather the other information alone, but I need your service on something else," he declared.
By looking at his face, I could read what he wanted.
"I think I know what you're thinking,” I interrupted him before he could say another word. “To begin with, she's not my client, and for you to take note, Mr. Generoso, my powers do not cover those who do not need my help. We don’t know if she is already married, and you wanted me to help you get to her?”
"I already expected you would say that. I feel she’s still single, but hear me out first. " Quintin seemed to be reading my thoughts too.
“Okay, spill!”
He told me his plan, and I was amazed by his ideas. It only told him where I would see the daughter and the rest would be in his hands.
"Okay—I will help you with that," I said after listening to him. "But I have one condition," I added, wiping the smile from his lips.
He moved from his seat, strengthening his back and fixing his coat as he leaned closer. He would do everything I said in exchange for the favor he asked me for.
"What is that condition?" he asked.
I saw it as an opportunity. There was very little chance that he would say no to me. I remembered Quintin saying that he helped Elyana. If that girl needed help, she should have called me, but why Generoso and not me?
I was hurt! But I can use him to help me help Elyana. I should be thankful that he had other friends besides me then, but why Quintin with so many people living on Earth?
"Spill it!" He can't wait any longer.
"I just want you to stay friends with Elyana, to my BFF," I answered, and I saw him wince.
"You don't need to ask me to do that because Elyana and I are already friends. Is that the favor you're asking for? I guess there's something else," he said with a grin.
Honestly, I couldn't decide whether to say it or not. I knew what I’d be asking was invading her personal space. However, I just wanted to make sure she was always okay, and that she had a friend to talk to, especially during that time it was clear that she still harbored ill will toward me and my entire family.
I don't blame her. It was all our fault, and every time I thought about it, it made me want to roll my eyes right before my twin brother.
"Then good! What I want you to do is tell me about Elyana’s thoughts—those she shares with you—regarding what she feels and also what kind of help she asked you for."
"I-I can't answer that.” Quintin avoided my gaze right after saying this.
"Then I can't help you," I said in exchange. I quickly grabbed my phone and bag and walked to the door as if I were about to go.
"W-Wait!" he called before I reached the door.
I grinned. It lasted only for a few seconds before I turned to look at him and asked if he still had something to say.
“Yes, I do,” he replied. That was the cue for me to rush back to my seat and pepper him with questions.