That early Tuesday morning is the remembrance of her father's supposed death.
Celine couldn't hold herself back from thinking about what she had lost a few years ago. The father's love she was deprived of years ago.
That morning, she sat on her mother's hospital bed, very sad, she was grieving.
"Why is my world different? I've done nothing wrong to deserve this kind of treatment," she said in despair.
Celine knows fully well that her father is somewhere far away. Maybe in the Republic of China or in Europe.
"Hey, I brought flowers." Mr Wilfred said holding a red bouquet.
"He's not dead…why are you bringing flowers?" Celine screamed.
"Okay, can we talk about this outside the hospital?" Mr Wilfred said, trying to avoid waking Mrs Grace, who was sleeping helplessly.
"I'm not leaving. I'm not leaving my mum." She said.
Mr Wilfred dropped the flower on the table and sat beside Celine.
"I know it's hard….trust me I was once like this….. I lost my mum way long ago and my Dad a few months ago. I've lost my smile once, and trust me, I know how it felt." Wilfred said holding her hands tight.
Celine became lost in her own thoughts. Everything was not right. She needs those files. She wants to read word by word why her father was trying to resign from the company. She was in a hurry last time she didn't really understand what she was reading.
"I need a favour from you," Celine said, turning to Wilfred, who was consoling her.
"Okay…. what is that?" He said in curiosity.
"Remember when I told you I saw the garbage collector at the restaurant? Celine asked.
"Yes, you said you were asking him questions about something," Wilfred said.
"Yes. So I saw a bunch of files in one office at the factory. Joana asked me to dispose of it, but funny enough, she came back to collect it. I really need those files." Celine pleaded.
"What files are we talking about? Wilfred asked.
At a point, Celine couldn't trust him. What if he were the one who sent Joana? She was confused, but she didn't have any other option again.
"Some of my father's documents are there." She finally picked up the courage to speak.
Wilfred was shocked. What if Celine did not only find out about her father? What if she found out about the chemicals, too? He was stuck in the middle of either helping her or making sure he terminates that evidence.
"I'm sorry about that…but I….I….will see what I can do about it." He stammered.
"Or maybe you don't want to help me because you sent Joana to collect the files," Celine said.
"Well, it's not my fault that you don't trust me," Wilfred muttered.
"Then tell me exactly what I should know, please," Celine said, weeping.
Wilfred hugged her trying to console her.
"I promise to get your files for you….I promise." He said.
Wilfred drove her home. Her sister Magret was also ill and was taken to the hospital to get some drugs for a fever.
Wilfred stayed with them the whole day and ordered that she should stay two days off from work.
"What are you doing with those files?" Wilfred said talking to Sinclair on the phone.
He entered his car to make a quick call with Miss Sinclair when Celine and her sister were sleeping.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sinclair said.
"Please cut the pretense already. We both know you sent Joana to collect those files from the garbage collector." Wilfred said with a full percent sure that he was telling the truth."
"I didn't send her. She brought it to me herself saying Celine looked suspicious when she told her to drop it." Sinclair said.
"What was in the file?" Wilfred asked.
"Some information about a former worker Fredrick Johnson. I don't know what she was doing with that anyway." Sinclair said.
"Can I have those files? Wilfred asked.
"No. I'm holding it. What's your issue with that Celine girl anyway? You both are always together." Sinclair said.
"Whatever I do with a staff is none of your business. Now, can I have those files?" Wilfred said.
"Oh my dear you lie. Because you know what? I employed that girl, you're my soon-to-be husband, and I oversee everything in this company, so yes, dear, it's my full-time business." Sinclair said with boldness.
"Let me at least have those files." Wilfred pleaded.
"Why? Sinclair asked.
"By the way, you're the CEO, so I don't need to question your decisions. You can have it but you'll come to my house and collect it yourself." Sinclair said again.
"I'm coming now," Wilfred said.
Wilfred already knows she wants to sleep with him in exchange for those files, which she had no idea what they meant. He's not only doing this for Celine but he wants to take out important documents that can trace back to the company before giving it to Celine.
After a few hours' drive. Wilfred got to Sinclair's house. She was already dressed half-naked with a sexy nightdress, Sexual music playing in the background, and her legs crossed over each other, which shows half of her legs.
"I'm here to collect the files….but…..I can't seem to take my eyes off that beauty." Wilfred said holding her waist and kissing her slowly.
Sinclair, on the other hand, removed his shirt and pants.
She stepped closer, her perfume clouding his thoughts.
"It's been a while, Sir," she whispered.
The rest of the night faded into music, dim lights, and choices he might regret.