Mistakenly Taken

Chapter 11

After the handsome yet rude and incompetent man had slammed the door on her face, Rachel was left confused and hopeless. She thought for a moment that he could be Alejandro’s maybe secretary because she found him too cute and good looking to be Alejandro, some guy she thought would be all old and wrinkly.

She felt cold wind hitting her bare arms as the drape flew off from the half open wall window right angle to the office door. She followed the cool breeze, feeling suffocated, like in need for something fresh.

She went towards the window, completely removing the drapes, her gaze fell on the beautiful sight of ocean water. She could easily tell it was one of the corners of the large island that she was stranded at.

She simply walked down the green lawn that had no particular flowering but just simple keenly mowed grass. She walked near up till the white concrete railing and stood there feeling chilly with all the wind gushing through her body. Wave after wave of the ocean water hit the railing in different heights and intensities but Rachel stood her ground feeling the tiny salty droplets over her face.

“You could catch a cold, it’s about to rain.”

Rachel startled as she was drawn out of the daze of her thoughts. She turned around and saw the same guy on the wheelchair from earlier standing right next to her, his left hand over the controls of his wheel.

She gave him a brief look before looking back, “I’d chose an STD over staying back inside in that weird place.” Rachel admitted shamelessly. Not caring what the old guy thought of her.

But it only earned her a chuckle from the guy, “What makes you say it’s weird. Not that I’m defying your concept. Just curious to know your reason”

Rachel slightly smiled back at him, “One after the one, weird people pop up. First some ginger beard bold man who actually screams like a wimp when kicked in groin, then this weirdly nice lady who yells really loud in anger and then this stupid guy who slams door for no reasons.”

Diego laughed out loud understanding the poor woman’s concern, “That’s just scratching the surface.”

Rachel laughed along with him.

“So you live in the weird house?” She asked looking at him, completely turning towards him and having a complete conversation.

“It’s a private island, does it look like I have much of a choice?” he shrugged at her.

She chuckled slightly, “Stupid of me to even ask that.”

There was a moment of silence between the two until Rachel broke it again, feeling to make a conversation with the guy who just stood with her looking ahead.

“So? Italian, Spanish, Roman?” Rachel asked, guessing the man’s ethnicity.

“Let me guess.” Diego offered getting Rachel all giddy and excited, “White supremacist racist!”

Rachel rolled her eyes at him, “No! I look Caucasian but I am actually half Italian.” She admitted proudly, trying to get close to the guy.

He c****d an eyebrow feeling defied yet challenged at the same time that someone proved him wrong after a very long time. Which also ever barely happened to him.

“Spanish. You’re in eastern coast of the Mediterranean, Ibiza.” He navigated Rachel.

“Huh, so those guys who brought me here were telling the truth. Although they were too dumb. I asked them who was the president of Spain and one of them said Louis Fonsi.” Rachel scoffed at the stupidity,

Diego laughed out loud, “Let me guess, one of them was with a ginger beard.”

Rachel nodded her head laughing along with him. And then suddenly something hit Rachel.

“Wait! You’re Alejandro Santiago?

He shook his head in response, “Sorry to disappoint you. I know I am slightly handsomer than him but no I am Diego Santiago.” He extended his hands towards Rachel.

She smiled and took it in. “Rachel John. Well actually Dr. Rachel John but I don’t think the word ‘Dr.’ is in much action on a private island. I mean is my American practice even valid on the private island?” she asked shrugging with curiosity.

Diego couldn’t help but laugh at her impeccability.

“But I guess you can make it legal because you, kind of like own the island? Like you’re the king of it, right?” she shrugged again now mostly talking to her own self.

“Hey, you’re Diego Santiago… which makes you Alejandro Santiago’s…?”

Rachel left the question in air leaving the blank for Diego to fill in. Diego rather felt intrigued that no one ever so left any blank for him. It was his thing to do and this girl surely seemed outspoken, bold and hence challenging which made her peculiarly fun to talk to. Unlike the rest of the people around the mention who would only try to make a conversation with him because his son pays their salaries.

“Father. I am his father.” He admitted with a small smile.

“Huh, so your son is like this guy who is 6’3” with like, this blue eyes and sharp jaw…?” Rachel left the blank again.

Diego nodded his head. To which Rachel copied his act…

“Yup! I just got a door slammed to my face by your son.” She told him.

Partially astonished at the fact that Alejandro Santiago was indeed the handsome guy whom she saw moments ago.

“So Doctor huh?” Diego asked her, taking her by surprise.

“Yes! I am nutritionist.” She smiled telling her specialty.

“So you’re a quack.” He chimed at her.

Rachel’s eyebrows furrowed at the severe rudeness of his ignorance.

“What? No! I am a doctor and a nutritionist. I special in human body, health and nutrition.” She defended her occupation back, slightly annoyed by the usual thing she always got from everyone.

“Have you ever cut a human into half? Then you ain’t a doctor.” Diego shrugged at her.

“Mafia gangs also do that to smuggle organs and drugs. That doesn’t make them a doctor.” She confidently shrugged back at him.

Diego smirked, feeling amused at how young and confident she was. He had been with her throughout the whole time and not even once she did ask him about how he ended up being paralyzed and that made him admire her even more.

“You don’t get to see patient’s organs and stuff. Your job should not be that cool.” Diego amusingly shrugged at her.

“And you don’t know what it’s like to force people do cardio, bulge their asses up to make them follow diets, listen to them whine about how ill-tasting the food is that I told them to eat. It requires more than organs and cuts to understand the process of why does one wants to change the way they look.”

Diego nodded his head with a smirking frown, “I have to give that to you.” He raised his hands, giving up.

On the other hand, Alejandro was completely amazed at the fact that his father was communicating with someone, talking, laughing and particularly enjoying the conversation with that girl. Suddenly his problem with his father which seemed unsolvable and he had almost given up on, felt like opening a small gateway for him where he could get his father to walk out his shell.

The girl. Rachel!

He immediately picked up his phone, calling Anthony back into his office.

Anthony rushed in, tensed that something might had happened, followed by Jason and Derek.

“What happened? What’s going on?” Derek asked looking around.

The way Alejandro had called them sounding ruffled up they were all gutted with anxiety that something might had hurt their precious boss.

“That girl. What’s her name?” he asked them.

The three looked at each other and back at their boss dumbfounded-ly.

“We don’t know.” Anthony admitted with shame.

“Then find out. Find out everything about her, what she does, where is she from. Call our networks in America. She must be from New York. Call our people there, send her picture and ask them to tell us everything about her. Each and every minor detail of her life.”

___________________________

“Rachel John, or more infamously known as Dr. Rachel john.”

Anthony told the information to Alejandro as he laid down the single picture of Rachel standing right outside her office, smiling underneath the small board over the door that had “Health Spot” written over it in green with a red apple having a woman’s dark figure in the middle jumping happily.

“Doctor?” he asked looking at the picture of Rachel keenly. She had long brunette hair, a beautiful wide smile, her eyes were light shades of hazel disappearing into dark. The dark in her eyes seemed to hold an untold story,

It was like a natural psych of Alejandro that he was able to tell people’s deepest, darkest secrets by just looking at them.

He still couldn't believe how was his father interested in her. How come he was talking her when he hadn't talked to anyone in years.

“A quack, she is nutritionist. You know that fancy doctors that take money to tell you what to eat.” Jason told him.

“A nutritionist… In fact; one of the top nutritionists of New York.” Derek added.

“She is twenty-four, an orphan, no family, she grew up studying in Catholic boarding schools, no husband or even boyfriend. Two people who would actually care about here are; the receptionist from her clinic and some intern dude who also haven’t showed up because Rachel was supposed to be on a two weeks vacations in London with her only acquaintance; her best friend Rebecca McMahon, the girl we were originally supposed to…” Anthony’s words faded as he tried studied Alejandro’s expressions but not just him but even Jason and Derek were astonished to find out that he wasn’t angry or flushed, rather he was keen, keen to know more. He kept studying Rachel’s picture, just like he was trying to figure out some puzzle in the picture.

Anthony cleared his throat, bringing Alejandro out of a daze, he saw the three looking at him with questionable looks.

“And…?” Alejandro questioned asking him to finish the information on Rachel.

“That’s it, her life’s pathetic she doesn’t have anyone else.” Jason simply shrugged.

“Her friend Rebecca ordered an investigation from the FBI over the hijacking and k********g of her friend in the McMahon jet but… she called it off, saying that she tracked her friend and plane down.” Anthony added the last piece of the information.

It seemed understandable with everything that Jacob had told him. It didn’t take Alejandro much effort to add two plus two.

“So that’s just it?” Alejandro asked them.

They all nodded their heads.

This is going to be simpler than I’d plan on making it. Alejandro smirked, “Bring her to my office.”