Chapter 18 - Feliks
“Here are the files from the financial department,” my secretary said as she placed a few documents before me. “Sir, I hope I can get the documents back before the end of today.”
“If I’m able to sign them, right?” I asked her.
She placed them on the table, bowed before me, and walked away. I hissed loudly after she left. I pulled the documents closer and quickly glanced through them.
I shook my head as I pushed them away. There were still a few things that I needed to deal with before signing the new documents.
My stomach rumbled as I picked up my pen. I could not tell why I was feeling hungry. I had breakfast before leaving the house, and it was just a few minutes into lunchtime, and I was already feeling as though I hadn’t had something to eat.
I’d just finished signing a few documents into the office. I pushed them to a corner and decided to grab lunch before I continued working.
I thought about Jenna and decided to check how she was doing. I thought of calling her but decided to text her instead since it would be easier and faster.
I texted her and put the phone in my pocket before leaving the office for lunch.
While I was eating, my mind kept drifting back to Jenna. I hadn’t spoken to her after the incident back there. My phone beeped as I thought of Jenna. I quickly pulled it out of my pocket, hoping for something from Jenna.
I smiled when I realized the message was from her, but the smile slowly disappeared and was quickly replaced with a frown.
“ Sure, love ?”
I scrolled back to the message I’d sent to her earlier. It had no relation to her reply. Why would she even respond to that message?
The message wasn’t meant for me, so who was it for? I quickly questioned who her message was intended for and placed the phone back in my pocket. I returned to eating my food, only to realize that the food was beginning to piss me off.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket to stare at it; Jenna had not responded yet. I pushed my plate back and did the same with my chair. I narrowed my eyes as I stared at her message.
I dialed Jenna’s number and waited for her to pick up, but she didn’t. I thought she was on her phone a few minutes ago, so why was she not answering my call?
The thought alone was driving me crazy. I beckoned to the server to come forward.
“Bring me the check,” I told her.
She opened her mouth to speak but shut it immediately when she saw the look on my face. I’d ordered a large quantity of food because I was so hungry, and I hadn’t thought I would be able to work if I didn’t eat this much.
However, though the food had arrived, I’d barely eaten any of it.
“Do you want something else?” she asked with a worried smile. “Don’t you like the food? Is there something you don’t like about it?”
“Can I have my bill, please?” I cut in, raising my voice.
We both looked around the table at the same time. Everyone had turned to stare at us. I created a scene because of my anger, but I cared little about it.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she replied with a nod and walked away.
She returned with my bill, and I handed her my card. I saw her stealing glances at me as she charged from my account.
After she handed me my card, I left the place angrily. I wanted to warn her about staring at me, but I decided not to create any more of a scene than I already had and returned to my office. I was no longer hungry.
When I got back to the office, I met my secretary typing on her computer. She lifted her head and sighed when she saw me.
“Sir, Timur was here earlier to look for you,” she informed me.
My heart skipped a bit. I knew I’d asked him to bring a few documents to my office. I wasn’t even done with the ones I’d laid at my desk, and Jenna was stressing me already.
Having a wife came with different dramas than I had experienced at different points in my life, and this was one of them.
I nodded and walked back into my office. I sat at my desk and decided to sign the documents quickly, but I found myself staring blankly at my desk while I heard Jenna’s voice reading her last message in my ear.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to sign the documents, so I stood up and began to pace my office with my phone in my hand. I kept refreshing my messages, but Jenna had not replied yet.
Why was she ignoring me now? Where was she, and who was this “love” she’d referred to?
I kept staring at the message but could not link it to the text I’d sent her earlier.
I redialed her number, yet there was no reply. Jenna was ignoring me now. The thought alone made my body vibrate in anger. I wished I could see her or whatever she did on the phone.
I watched the time on my phone as I paced. Time passed quickly, and Jenna still had not replied to my text. My eyes moved swiftly and steadily from the last message to the time, then back to the previous message again.
I could feel myself gritting my teeth. What is going on? I kept asking myself as I paced.
I stopped by my desk and swept my hand across it, sending papers flying. The door opened, and Timur let himself into my office.
He opened his mouth in shock when he saw the papers scattered all over the floor. He looked up at me. I was wearing a scowl as I thought about Jenna ignoring me.
“I knocked several times, and there was no reply,” Timur said, staring at me with furrowed brows. “Are you okay?”
I gulped and turned around to face him. He had some files in his hands and walked up to the desk to place them there. Then, he bent down and began picking up the papers I’d scattered all over the office floor.
While he cleared my mess, I continued to pace. He finished and faced me again.
“I came in earlier, but you were not in the office,” Timur said as he crossed his arms over his chest.
I ignored him and kept pacing for a while longer before I suddenly stopped. I could have easily told him that I was going to lunch, but I wasn’t in the mood for that. I wasn’t sure what had me more pissed—was it because of the message or because she was no longer responding?
I kept telling myself that Jenna had seen my message and was now staring at it and laughing loudly, thinking of a lie to cook up to cover her indiscretion.
Timur moved toward the desk with the files and arranged them carefully on its surface as he began speaking without glancing at me.
“I brought in some documents for you too—”
“Jenna is not responding to my messages or calls,” I interrupted.
He sighed deeply and shook his head. I could already tell what was going through his mind. He’d think I was obsessing again or overreacting. His reply proved that I was right.
“Maybe she’s not with her phone, or she’s asleep with her phone on silent ,” he suggested, trying to calm me down.
I shook my head, knowing that nothing he said was the case. “Jenna is not asleep.”
Timur smiled tightly. He’d just finished arranging the files on the desk and faced me fully. I walked toward the desk to stand close enough to him while I spoke to him about my woman.
“We talked a while ago, and she just disappeared after reading my last message.”
Timur sighed deeply. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and pushed it toward me. “Do you want to try calling her with my number?”
I stared at the phone for a while until my vision blurred. I didn’t think it was necessary to try calling from another phone. Whatever was distracting her from picking up my calls would also stop her from picking anyone else’s calls. It would just be a waste of time.
“That won’t be necessary,” I replied, and Timur put his phone back in his pocket.
He took a few steps backward, then leaned against the desk. He placed both hands firmly around it, but his eyes were still fixed on me.
“I hope she’s okay,” Timur said.
I didn’t think that Jenna wasn’t okay. She just replied to me with Sure, love! When it had nothing related to what I’d sent to her.
I asked, and she didn’t have answers, which was why she ignored me. Nothing was wrong with her.
I wasn’t afraid that something terrible had happened to her, though, after Timur said it, I thought about it for a while; however, I shook it off immediately. How could something go wrong after she sent the wrong message to me?
The suspicious message that she needed to explain.
I sucked my teeth. I was already pissed off. I wasn’t sure what was going through my head, which was why I needed to find Jenna and see for myself.
“What should we do now?” Timur asked. “Should we try to find her? Is she even at home?”
My mind raced. I thought of texting her again, attempting a call one last time. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. I lifted the phone to my ear and listened as it rang without Jenna’s response. The call ended, and I dropped the phone.
Sighing, I decided to find her and see for myself if she was fine.
“Timur,” I called with a slightly shaky voice.
He lifted his gaze to look at me with an expectant look.
“I need you to track Jenna’s number,” I instructed Timur. “Track her location and pull out the car. “
There was this questioning expression on Timur’s face as he glared at me, but he nodded his head slightly. I knew that Timur wanted to suggest that I should let it be or sit around and wait for her to respond, but it was already apparent to me that she had no plans to respond.
I could not just sit back and pretend as though nothing had happened. I felt like something was going on, and I wanted to find out what it was.
I looked at my phone and refreshed the message for the last time; Jenna had not responded yet.
“What the hell is wrong with her? What the fuck does she think she’s doing?”