BETRAYAL

22

Calvin was at his office looking blankly on an empty space, a lot of thoughts were running through his mind. Michael is alive, we met him yesterday. He furiously rubbed his forehead. He heard a small knock on his door, he muttered a tired yes to let her in as he knew it must be Linda. Linda walked in a second later.

"What is it?" he asked her in a small voice.

"I have good news," she announced with a big smile. But Calvin just stared at her blankly, as if her existence itself was boring him.

Linda coughed awkwardly seing the lack of enthusiasm in her boss, she wasn't expecting much from the begining but still.

"I was able to arrange a meeting with Mr. Henry," she said cheerfully, not letting his boss's mood bring her down.

"You did? When?" Calvin asked her, his one eyebrow raised was the only sign that showed he was interested in what she was saying.

"Today. It was the only time he agreed to squeeze you in. After hours of begging his secretary to give you a spot I finally did it," she told him, expecting a you did a good job. Or at least a smile to show that she did a good job but there was none.

"What time?" he asked.

"10 a.m."

Calvin checked his watch. "That's an hour from now," he frowned.

"Sorry, it was either this or nothing."

"Okay, cancel my morning meetings. I'll be heading out now."

"Okay Sir," she answered. Calvin didn't spare her a second glance, he grabbed his keys and walked out. Linda sighed. At least I was not yelled at today.

* * *

Calvin passed through the secretary office on his way to Henry's office. The secretary smiled at him welcomingly.

"He is expecting you," she told him before opening the door to Henry's office.

"Thank you."

Calvin walked inside. He saw Henry in a dark blue well fitted suit standing beside his table, looking outside through the glass walls. He internally cursed after noticing his office was almost twice bigger than his. The interior design, the glass walls and the view underneath it was also nothing compared to his. 'I should have my office remodeled,' he thought.

"Mr Henry, nice to meet you. I really appreciate you agreeing to meet me. I can't explain how m-" he stopped when he turned to face him.

"MICHAEL!!" he exclaimed. "W-what are you doing there?"

"You said you had to meet me, you wanted to know why I was terminating the contract," he shrugged.

"What are you talking about? I requested to meet Henry Martin, not you," Calvin said confused.

"And you're meeting him," he told him before he slowly walked to sit on the couch beside where Calvin was standing. Calvin who didn't understand what was going on just stood there staring at him. What does he mean? Is he suggesting that he is Henry? Why would he be Henry? That didn't make sense at all.

"You can take a seat now, I don't have all day. I'm a busy man," he said, not showing any emotions on his face.

"Is this some kind of a joke?" Calvin asked him as he slowly sat down.