Chapter 8
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Grandpa Ackers left right after lunch.
"I just dropped by to see how are you doing, Dara!" he said softly.
"I'm okay, Mr. Ackers," she smiled gently. "Sir Lot is an exceptional guide to me!" Dara acknowledged Mr. Lot's calming presence with a glance.
Mr. Lot inclined his head.
When they came back to the office, there was nobody in the lobby except the security guards and the receptionists.
"Good afternoon, sir, madame!" They greeted both Mr. Lot and Dara as they entered the large lobby.
"Good afternoon, everyone!" Mr. Lot replied in his serious tone.
When Dara got in her office, she opened the computer and subconsciously clicked the image of Gav Ackers. She stared at his green eyes for several seconds. It was really mesmerizing!
'Don't be crazy, Dara Stone! Gav Ackers III is not going to notice you! It is only through Grandpa Ackers that you find yourself married to him!' She scolded herself while she blinked several times to get back her lost senses!
Dara shivered. She went hot and cold whenever she stared at Gav Ackers' close-up photo! How would she fare when the man had recovered from comatose?
She did not think about her reaction!
Dara concentrated once more to her typing. The documents were consisted of numbers. They needed to be encoded accurately.
At three fifteen, Mr. Lot came inside. "Coffee," he offered.
"Thank you, Sir Lot!" Dara accepted gratefully. Her throat was dried because she had been working nonstop since they came back from lunch.
"You finished these?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yes," Dara replied while sipping the hot beverage. "Shall I print them?"
"You can print them tomorrow," Mr. Lot said approvingly.
"I still have one to finish." Dara drained her cup swiftly. "There's still time," she muttered while she opened the folder.
Mr. Lot shook his head as he went out. He picked up his cellphone and composed a message.
'Sir Gavreel, your choice is excellent!' he praised Dara's work ethics. 'Miss Stone works really hard!'
'Yes! I think I found a perfect granddaughter-in-law!' was the enthusiastic reply to his text message.
Mr. Lot stared at his cellphone for a long time. He had known Gav Ackers III for ten years. He knew the type of women of his employer.
Gav was a connoisseur of beautiful women!
And Dara Stone could not hold a candle to them!
'Poor Dara!' he murmured to himself. 'She is chubby and plain. I wonder... what would be Sir Gav's reaction when he found out they were married!'
Mr. Lot shrugged after a while. Sir Gav respected his grandfather very much. He would bow to what his grandfather wished!
Attorney Montes had asked Mr. Lot to type the very confidential legal papers. He had read and re-read the documents.
The settlements were modest. Dara Stone would receive different amounts for each child she would produce. Being a prolific baby-maker, she would be several millions richer!
The caliber of women linked to Sir Gav would not accept the agreement. They would ask for an arm and a leg of the man before they gave their consent to have a baby!
Even Attorney Montes was stunned when Dara signed the legal papers.
"The girl could have asked for more! She would be the mother of the future Ackers children!" the elderly man exclaimed while giving Mr. Lot the copy for Gav Ackers III. "Mr. Gavreel is a desperate man! She could ask for the moon and he would give her! After all, we'll never know if Sir Gav would recover!"
"Sir Gav shall wake up," Mr. Lot said firmly.
"Of course. With their money, Mr. Gav will recover--but when? His billions cannot help Sir Gavreel to wake up his grandson!"
Mr. Lot was speechless because the attorney told the truth. Mr. Gavreel was a rich old man but he was helpless now.
The bell rang around the building. The sound signaled the end of office hours.
Mr. Lot was not ready to put away the files. Something niggled at his brain.
If Sir Gav would not wake up soon, Mr. Gavreel would resort to desperate measure!
He swallowed while his mind raced. He would not be surprised if Mr. Gavreel thought of artificial insemination!
'Oh, Miss Stone! Poor Dara Stone!' He closed his eyes while he murmured her name solemnly.
"Sir Lot? Are you hurting?" Dara's voice was full of concern.
Mr. Lot straightened in his chair hurriedly. "No, no. I'm just resting my eyes! Are you finished? Did you put everything inside the filing cabinet?"
"Yes. May I go now?"
"Wait! I'll be ready in a minute!"
Dara helped him with the filing. Mr. Lot followed her with his eyes. He observed her whole body while moving around. There was something not right...
Her hands, arms, and legs were slender while her body was bulky. Dara walked gracefully. She was light on her feet.
"All set! Let's go?" Dara slung the small bag on her shoulder.
"You seem in a hurry to go home, Miss Stone," he remarked while he switched off the lights.
"Mr. Ackers called me at the telephone. He wants to show me something!" Dara's lilting voice seemed musical.
'Why am I noticing things about Dara Stone?' Mr. Lot wondered to himself.
They were the first to come out. They had the elevator to themselves.
"Where are you going, Miss Stone?"
"I arrived here by a motorcycle--where is it?" Dara looked from left to right.
"It was driven home by a bodyguard of Mr. Gavreel. You will ride with me."
"Okay." Dara looked crestfallen.
"Mr. Gavreel is just concerned about you, Miss Stone."
The driver was already waiting with the car. When they approached, the doors were opened.
"Good evening, sir, madame!"
"Good evening!" Mr. Lot inclined his head. Dara nodded politely.
Dara huddled in her corner. She watched the scenery outside. Her thoughts were faraway.
Mr. Lot studied her closely. She had no double chin! Her neck was slender. She had high cheekbones. Her skin was smooth and silky.
Maybe, Dara Stone was like a rough diamond! It needed to be cut expertly by a professional cutter to expose its carat.
He made a mental note to talk about her with Mr. Ackers!
"Goodbye, Sir Lot! See you tomorrow!" Dara waved.
"Goodnight, Miss Stone!" Mr. Lot departed in the car. They just delivered Dara safely.
"Dara, come here!" Grandpa Ackers was waiting for Dara. He was standing by the door of the patient's room.
"Grandpa Ackers, what is it?" she murmured to him gently.
"It's Gav. He's conscious!"
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