Filed To Story: The Trap Of Ace Book PDF Free
“What is it?”
I eyed the white envelope she handed me.
Something churned in my stomach.
Oh no!
Was I already fired for some reason?
“Your transfer letter,” she replied, with no emotions on her face.
“You’ve been transferred to another city in one of this company’s branches.”
“What?”
I gaped.
“What do you mean by a transfer letter?
I-I don’t understand.
What’s happening here?
I just joined today.”
She sighed.
“We apologize for the sudden decision, Ms.
Hutton.
But Coopers Fabrics was sold to a multinational company last night.
A lot of employees have lost their jobs, some even got appointed.
You’re lucky that the new owner didn’t terminate the newcomers and decided to give them a chance.”
My mouth was on the floor.
Someone bought it overnight?
But how was it possible?
And about my transfer, I didn’t have any idea of which corner of the country they’ve shifted me.
“Is there no other way to change the decision?
I mean, I can’t just leave everything and move to a whole new city.”
My voice was desperate.
“Sadly, no.
We’re doing what we’d been ordered to do.
We’re just doing our job, Ms.
Hutton,” she said, glancing at her watch.
“Now, I’ve something else to attend to.
If you will excuse me.
All the best for your future.”
“But, I…” And she was already gone.
I just stood there, flabbergasted.
What the hell just happened?
I glanced down at the letter.
Only God knew.
With shaky hands, I pulled the paper out and unfolded it.
My heart stopped beating in my chest.
God.
It’s not happening!
It can’t be.
Now the crestfallen expression was slapped on my face as I walked out of the ominous building.
Pulling my phone out, I dialed the number.
After some rings, Dad picked up.
“Hello?”
“I’m coming back.”
NINE: MEETING THE REDHEAD
“S
o, that means you will stay now that you’ve been transferred here?”
Mom eyed me, stirring the soup on the stove.
Her voice radiated felicity.
Peeling another pea, I shrugged.
“I don’t know.
I’m thinking of applying for another transfer.
Maybe they will consider it?”
Staying here wasn’t an option for me, but leaving this job, well, I couldn’t take the risk.
I’d dreamed of working at companies like this, and now that I finally got the chance, I couldn’t just throw it away.
The one thing that didn’t make any sense was Coopers Fabrics was one of the most successful textile companies.
What happened that they had to sell it overnight?
“I didn’t know you hate this city that much,” she said, her tone was fragile.
I sighed.
“I don’t hate it here, Mom.
It’s just, I told you, all my plans are made around New York.
And I can’t just ignore them just like that.”
“Do you think I’m a fool?”
Her brows rose.
“Do you think I don’t know why you’re so keen to stay away from LA?”
I opened my mouth and then closed it.
She shook her head.
“Just because of one person, you can’t punish your whole family, Em.
You have to accept it sooner or later.
You can’t keep running forever.”
Closing my eyes, I rubbed my neck.
I didn’t deny anything she enunciated.
We both knew the truth.
“Anyway, what’s the name of your new employer?
I want to thank him personally for transferring you here.
I already like this person.”
Sensing my unease, she changed the topic.
I rolled my eyes.
“I don’t know.
And honestly, I don’t have any wish to know.”
Because of that person, I was here again, back to the city where the devil of my dreams resided.
Mumbling something incoherent under her breath, she took the peas from me and added them into the boiling soup.
“Smelling good.
What’s for lunch today?”
Tess strolled into the kitchen.
Throwing her purse on the table, she took a seat beside me at the bar.
“Glad that you’re back!
I was really disappointed when I heard of your departure.
I couldn’t even spend much time with you.”
I cast her an apologetic smile.
“Something important came up.
So,I had to go.
And sorry about the dinner.
I hope it went well.”
“Do you really think we’d have a family dinner without you?”
At her question, my brows creased in confusion.
“I canceled the dinner as soon as I heard you left.
I want both my and Caleb’s family to be together at this dinner.
And without you, my family remains incomplete.”
I stared at her.
Her words touched something inside me.
Where was that harsh and spoiled Tess I knew seven years ago?
It was as if I was getting to know my sister in a whole new way.
“You could reschedule it again now that she’s here,” Mom suggested.
“No, Mom.
Caleb’s uncle isn’t in the town right now.
You know what Uncle Arthur means to Caleb and Achilles.
After Achilles’s father’s death, he is the one who took care of them.
So, with his absence, arranging a family dinner isn’t a good idea.”
“Arthur Valencian?
He lived in England, right?”
He was the only relative Ace and Caleb had left after their family crisis.
But due to a conflict he had with Ace’s father, he didn’t live in the states.
That’s all I knew about him.
I didn’t know he returned to his homeland.
Tess bobbed her head.
“Yes, but he returned after some years of his brother’s death.
To look after his nephews.
He is an amazing person.”
But what about his mom?
Where was she when they needed someone to take care of them?
“Anyway, I have to do some shopping today.
You know, for the engagement party.
And I need my sister to help me with it.
So go get ready, we’re leaving in ten minutes.”
Before I could object, Mom chimed in, “Excellent idea!
She needs some shopping to get her mind off things.
Take her along.
She needs it.”
“But…”
“Em, won’t you help your sister with her engagement’s shopping?
I need you there,” Tess said, blinking her blue eyes.
Shaking my head, I got up and went upstairs to get ready.
Her squeal followed behind.
Maybe Mom was right.
Going out could help my mind off the transfer.
And this way, my relationship with Tess could progress more.
At least I had to try.
Gliding down the stairs, I found Tess closing the door, holding a huge teddy bear with an adorable bow around its neck.
An involuntary grin stretched on my face.
It was so beautiful and big that she was having difficulties holding it.
“Who brought it?
Is it yours?”
I asked, admiring the teddy.
“Well, my fianc? is too boring to send gifts like this!
It’s for you,” she joked, rolling her eyes.
I frowned.
“For me?
But who’d send it for me?”
She shrugged.
“There’s a note in there, check it out.”