To Your Child

Augusta's POV:

Two kids?

"How did you get to know this?" She questioned and she sensed that he had a brow cocked at her question.

"Have you forgotten who I am? My company is the highest in research quality. There's just no way I wouldn't be able to figure it out. He's hiding his kids because he's trying to protect them."

"If he has kids, what about their mother?" Augusta questioned.

"Of course, she's nowhere to be found." He stated and that made Augusta more curious.

"Did you know where they are?" She questioned and he nodded.

"But I won't be able to give you that information now. When you complete your assignment, then, will I tell you everything?"

"So you want me to save that girl..."

"Elena, yes, I want you to save her from her uncle's clutches." He emphasized. "And also, his kids are arriving today from their nanny. You don't want to mess anything up at this rate trust me. He only gets a chance to see them once a year." He stated and for the umpteenth time that day, her eyes widened. Well...even though her father wasn't the best man, she still managed to see him almost every day of her life. "You know how sensitive he's going to be about them."

"I think I need to head downstairs." She said, checking her time. He was certainly going to request for her any moment from now. She rose from the bed, hanging up before heading out of the room. She hit something as she moved a leg forward and jumped because she hadn't expected anything to be in her way. Looking down, she saw a young girl on the floor with teary puppy piercing eyes. Augusta had never seen such a strikingly beautiful toddler before, but due to the accident earlier, this girl was on the verge of tears. Her blonde hair was the cutest thing she'd ever seen. She quickly lifted the child in her arms, urging her to not cry.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there." She said, bouncing the girl on her waist. The little girl didn't cry though, her eyes were only filled with confusion as she stared at this lady in front of her. She sighed. Children and their curiosity.

"I think she's looking for her father." The woman walking up from behind me said. I looked down at the child. If my calculation was correct, this girl had just begun to grow teeth. It hadn't been long since her father had encountered this little girl's mother. Surprisingly, the thought of him with other women irked me.

"I see, " I said to the maid.

"He has also requested you see him." She announced and AugustaI nodded. She guessed she was just going to take the girl with her then. I walked down the corridor towards his room, till she was in his room. Then she knocked. The little girl was quiet all through and it kind of stunned me. She walked in when she heard a faint approval.

She noticed the bags under his eyes, a clear sign that he hadn't slept well in days. Yet, here he was, asking for coffee. She contemplated the idea of accidentally dropping the coffee but quickly dismissed the thought, knowing it wouldn't be wise if she wanted to keep her job and avoid stepping on his toes. As he held his daughter in his arms, there was a certain softness to him, a side she hadn't seen before—a Mr Jones without the usual uptight demeanour, without a frown, but with a simple smile, a smile that only his daughter could evoke.

"Glad to help," she thought to herself.

"Daddy, you've been away for a while. Are you okay?" His daughter's innocent concern seemed to add another layer to his worn-out appearance. Perhaps this was the reason for his current state—he probably had too many questions to answer. He gently set his daughter down.

"I know, and I'm sorry, honey. I'll make it up to you."

"Daddy, are you okay? You don't look too good." He reassured her with a smile.

"I'm fine, honey. Where's your brother?"

"Kayla," his son walked into the room.

"How many times do I have to mention that you shouldn't take your eyes off your sister when you're looking after her?"

"I'm sorry, sir." The father-son dynamics seemed strained at that moment. He gestured for his daughter to come to him, and she obediently ran to her brother.

"I told you to stop running away when I'm not looking."

"You didn't look out for your sister well enough, Kyle. Blame yourself, not her. Next time, I won't take it so easy with you," he warned the boy, who appeared visibly frightened. She felt out of place amid this family moment. As the boy held his sister's hand and they walked out, she noticed the striking resemblance between the boy and his father, though his eyes were a lighter shade of green, likely inherited from his mother. As they left, she observed how the boy took after his father, while the girl inherited her father's eyes.

"You sent for me," I said as I stepped forward. He raised his gaze, staring at me. And dropped a file on the desk. I stepped forward and looked at the photo of a mafia man who was too old to still be in the mafia. He should be retired by now.

"Kill him." I froze at his statement.

"Wha.. what?"

"Did I stutter?" He questioned, giving me a cold look. "Oh, it seems like you don't understand how this works. Or do I have to teach you?" Within the twinkle of an eye, his gun was pointed at me. I stepped back. "Do you know why I'm asking you to kill him?" I shook my head vigorously. "Good, so do as I say." He stated and it stunned me. So he won't tell me what's going on? Why he wanted this man to die so much? "I've done all the work. The rest is up to you. Don't fail me on this Augusta, I'm not a merciful man myself." He stated, staring intently at me then threw the gun at me. "I'll be waiting." He said, shifting his gaze back to his documents. She bent and took the gun staring at it, before heading out of the room. Then I got the message.

"Anything?" Lamas questioned and she told him everything.

"He might never tell you the story but you can understand how secretive he has to be because of his position he can't afford to be threatened by it," Lamas stated.

"Do you have any information about it?"

"Isn't it obvious? The lives of his kids are in danger."