Chapter 20
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He chuckles, "I'm more of a coffee person."
"Yea, I know" recalling our second meeting. It was that second day that he had made me lost my job by accusing of an ungodly act that I didn't even do. That day he was cruel and mean to me.
Why is he so nice now?
Was it because I've been getting to know him since the few weeks I've been at his house?
Maybe It's an act or maybe he's just a really nice guy who made a bad first impression.
I have no idea but I have time to find out.
Today is the day the results from the DNA test would come in. Alexander had said he would pick it up on his way back here. He was due to be home any minute now. I kept pacing back on forth the living room. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he found out that I wasn't Henrique's mother and that he was wrong about me.
I couldn't wait to push it in his face.
The sound of the garage gate opening made me more alert. I had been waiting for him for an hour. Henrique was napping so while I pushed his false accusations at him, I don't have to worry about the baby been nearby.
I heard tight on the walkie talky as I continued to pace this time walking over to the door that he was bound to come through any second now.
The lock on the door starts turning until it opened showing Alexander. His big frame stands over mine.
"Did you collect the test?" I questioned as soon as I saw his face.
"I'm home safe, thanks for asking." He moved away from me and start walking in the direction of his office.
I rolled my eyes, I start walking behind him. He opened his office door and waited for me to enter then followed behind me.
This was the first time, I've actually been in his office even though I pass the door a lot of times.
I went around to the huge desk and sat in it. "You can have a seat."
I shake my head. "No, Me sitting would just ruin everything I planned."
He raised his brows but didn't say anything. He opened his briefcase and took out the write envelope. As I watched him, my heart couldn't help but beat fast, one hundred miles an hour.
He pulls the seal off the envelope, opening it. Not wasting any time, he took out the white paper and look down at it. His face didn't give away emotions on the results, but I knew he must be thinking what a fool he's been.
"I told you!" I taunted. I moved my body in a dancing movement. "I told you, I'm not his mom but, no you didn't believe me. Now you have proof that I'm not."
He lifted his head, his face still emotionless. He looked into my green eyes not saying anything.
"Have a seat." I moved over to the chair obeying his command. Was he ready to apologize?
He folds his hands in a business manner has he continued to look at me. "I need you to tell me everything about you, your sister and your family."
That was the last thing I expect to hear from him.
"Why?"
"You're not his mother so I need to find her." He finally admits that I wasn't Henrique. His statement making me happier than I expected but sad at the same time.
"Where to start?"
"Start with why you hate your sister."
I tensed him at his statement. "I rather not. That's not important. It won't help you find her."
He stared at me again. "Fine. Tell me everything else."
I tilted my head to the side. "We were born the third of January 1990. We're identical twins. We are naturally red heads. I dyed my hair black three years ago. She dyed her's blonde to make her look more like a model." I look at him. "You're not taking notes."
"Oh, don't worry. I'll remember." I couldn't understand his tone, so I continued.
"She went to Camborne College for a year and a half to study Cosmetics but dropped out after she met a man who made her a model. That's it." That's the only thing I was willing to share. I didn't want him digging in my past as well.
"That's all?" he asked with an unsatisfied look on his face.
"I don't know much about my sister. I haven't seen her in years. I can't help you look for her. Check commercials and magazines, she is hard to miss." How can you when she's always half naked.
"Don't you think I've tried all those?"
I rolled my eyes.
He shakes his head. "No. I want valuable information that can help me find her."
"What do you consider valuable information because I thought I just gave you some." What other information could I possibly have to help find Alliyah?
"What does she like? Places she likes going. People she hangs out with. A name of her close friend. Those are the things that would help find her."
I rub my hands against my face. These were memories I didn't want coming back. "We lived in San Francisco, very close to the sea. She loved the sea and beaches. So, I guess you can start searching the coasts of cities." Beaches were our thing. We'd go to the beach every Saturday and play with the other kids or teens. "She likes Alaska, she talked about living there all the time as a kid. I didn't really know a lot of her friends to be honest. I wouldn't say she had a close friend. We were best friends, we didn't really need anyone but ourselves. When we were not hanging out together she was with her model friends and I was out with my friends too."
