Once You Were Mine

Chapter-5 Sara & Matio

Sara's POV:

I groan in frustration when I hear my phone ring. I did not even open my eyes, and someone is already calling me. I decided to ignore it, and again, my phone chirped.

My hand reached the coffee table and searched for the phone while I was still asleep. I lifted the call.

"Hello," I said in my hoarse tone.

"What are you doing?" the other person said.

Huh, who is this? My brain tried to recognize the voice, and I sat up in shock.

"Dad?" I asked.

"Yes, what are you doing?" He repeated the same question.

"Umm." I took a glance at the clock, and it was 6 in the morning. People sleep at this time, and I mentally face palms.

"I am just lying down," I replied.

"Why do you always laze around? Look at your younger sister; she is always busy trying hard to make a name for herself," he said.

Yeah, probably spreading legs for someone who is ready to give her an opportunity, but my dad does not bother about whatever she does, her bad reputation, getting caught doing drugs, and s**t. But on the other hand, he just thinks I am useless, does nothing, and runs to New York from Boston because I have nothing else to do.

I am sure he does not even know what job I do.

"Yeah, sure. I am about to go for a run," I said. "Good morning," I greeted him.

It is my mistake to expect such gentle words from my dad. I wonder why he is trying to be sweet with me. Yesterday he offered dinner with family, and today he called early in the morning.

The line went silent, and I checked my mobile to see if we were still connected or not.

"Dad," I say. He cleared his tone.

"I heard you work in New York," he said.

He heard he did not even know what his daughter does for a living; he never really cared.

"Yeah, yes, I work in New York," I replied.

"Great, I have work for you, and you better not fail at that," he warned.

Okay, now I get why my dad called this early in the morning; it was not just to talk with his daughter but to get a favor from her, which he implied was work.

"What is it?" I asked.

"You have to meet a person and apologize to him from my side, more like being a representative from the Ikari group. You apologize to him in my stead and also inform him that I will be there to meet him in person," he said.

"Okay...." I did not know what else to reply to.

He wants me to apologize to a person whom I have never met and be a representative of the Ikari group.

I did a master's in business so that I could work with my father, but he did not want me anywhere near the Ikari building and instead said to earn my name on my own, and now he wants me to represent the Ikari group, which is weird.

"Who is he?" I asked.

"My secretary will send you the details," he informed.

"And" he spoke.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Be polite and ask him not to get angry over it," he said, cutting off the call.

I let out a frustrated groan. I hate this. I hate when I get pushed into something that I do not even understand to begin with. What apology? What issue? Why would he get angry?

Ugh, whatever it is, I should better take a run to clear my mind.

I freshened up and started for a run in the nearby park.

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Matio Rodriguez:

I woke up as my secretary knocked on my door. I opened my eyes and looked at my surroundings. Oh yeah, I slept in my cabin last night.

"Come in," I say, and got up.

"Sir, It is morning, and I thought you needed to get ready for the day," she said.

"Yeah, right," I say.

She left the room.

I got freshened and changed into my track pants and a tee. I always have an extra pair of clothes in my office. I had to spend many nights here in the office working.

I went for a run. I need the endorphin release that helps me all day.

After a few good laps, I ran out of breath. I stopped in my tracks and tried to catch my breath, and my body started to get hot. I removed my shirt as I was sweating badly.

"Excuse me?" I heard a girl's voice and turned around to look at her.

"You?" we both said in unison.

"Do you see this as a public place, and it would be better for you to show off your body in front of your wife?" she said.

I let out a scoff.

"Do not tell me that you want to be my wife." I caught her off guard, staring at my body.

"Oh, trust me, even if you were the last man to exist, I would not be your wife," she replied.

I was not okay with the way she spoke with me last night, and now, who does she think she is?

I held her hand. "I am not even one percent interested in you," I said. "And you better apologize to me for the way you talked to me last night; you were rude," I said, and she was confused and frowned at me.

"Why should I?" she questioned, and I pulled her into me, our faces inches apart. "Say it, or else you will regret it," I whispered in her ears.

"This is a public place; why don't you get a room?" a passerby commented.

I glared at the guy. She pushed me and started to run. "p*****t!" she yelled.

I hope I will never get in contact with her again.

Sara Ikkari:

Pervert, why should I even apologize to him? What did I do last night?

He was the one who bumped into me, and I just asked him to put my cape away. What else does a servant do? What is so rude about that? and I could not even find my cape anywhere in the office. I am sure he is a p*****t.

It is better if I do not ever see him again.

I got into the shower and got dressed. I chose to wear basic clothes today. So it is a black top with full hands paired with a white skater's skirt. I look cute.

I had my breakfast and checked the location of the Rodriguez building. That is where my dad asked me to be.

I started there and stopped at a flower shop to get a bouquet.

I got confused by seeing all the pretty flowers, and I finally chose a basket of blue hydrangeas. They look cute; should I write an apology letter and send it, or should I go live?

I decided to meet him and give him an in-person apology; this is the only thing Dad asked about how hard it could be. I am sure Mr. Rodriguez might be around 50 like my dad; just smile, and they will accept the apology, I told myself.

I got there and waited for 15 minutes to meet him. After 15 minutes, a woman came and escorted me to his door.

I said thank you and took a deep breath. This is going to be okay, I told myself.

I knocked on the door, and I heard a deep, manly voice. "Come in," he said.

I entered the cabin and put the bouquet on the side table.

"Um, hi, Mr.Rodriguez," I said.

He lifted his head and looked at me.

"You?" we both said in unison again.