At that mont, Cora would then raise her brow slightly, holding the phone tighter against her ear, and her voice ca out with clear disbelief.
"Robert, I really don’t understand what you’re talking about. Threatened? Because of ? Seriously, I don’t know anyone like absolutely no one who would go that far just to threaten soone. I an, threaten you... for what? And for who? For ?" Her voice trailed off, sounding more confused than before. She leaned back on the couch, her brows furrowed deeply. "Are you sure the person actually ntioned my na? Are you sure this is not so misunderstanding?"
Robert, still pacing around his office and holding his phone so close to his ear as if trying to make sure every word was being heard clearly, then stopped abruptly. "Cora, I know what I heard. And this was not over the phone. The guy ca into my office, face-to-face with . I’m telling you, he stood right there in front of my desk, staring at , and threatening like he knew personally. I even thought it was about Victoria. You know because of all that drama. That’s the first thing that ca to mind. But then, he added your na into it. Your na, Cora. And the way he said it... it wasn’t casual. He was serious. Like deadly serious. That’s why I’m calling you."
Cora sat up straighter now, her expression tense. "Okay... okay wait. If you’re this sure, then this person must have a face, right? I an, you saw him. You spoke to him. So describe him. Maybe I’ll recognize the person or sothing. Just describe the person for , maybe I might know who he is."
At that mont, hearing what Cora just said, Robert slowly stood from his chair, still holding the phone tightly against his ear, his fingers gripping the edge of the table as if grounding himself. His voice turned low but steady, serious, even a little frustrated. "Well, Cora," he said, "sadly, the CCTV footage in this entire company sohow shut down today. I have no access to any video, no snapshot, no security footage nothing. It’s like everything went dark right before he ca in. They’re working on retrieving sothing, anything at all, but I’m not even hopeful at this point."
He let out a faint exhale and continued, "But let describe him to you. From everything I saw, and trust , I saw him clearly he’s very, very handso. Tall, built like soone who takes care of himself, maybe even an athlete. He had this very black hair, neatly brushed. His beard wasn’t much just light but perfectly shaped. Like the kind you’d see on soone confident. He’s the kind of guy you don’t forget easily, not even in a crowd."
Cora’s brows furrowed deeply. Her phone rested lightly on her cheek now as she tilted her head slightly, her mind digging through every face she could rember. She was quiet for a few seconds as Robert’s words echoed in her mind. Handso. Tall. Black hair. Light beard. Confident. Bold enough to walk into a CEO’s office and deliver threats.
No. Jas? It couldn’t be Jas. She shook her head gently, almost laughing to herself. "No way," she muttered under her breath. Jas was never bold enough for this. He was quiet, shy even and more importantly, Jas had brown curly hair and a completely clean-shaven face.
Then Lovi’s na popped into her head. She quickly dismissed it too. Luffy was short, barely her height, and he had never been the type to stick his neck out for anyone without getting anything in return.
Her fingers gripped the phone just a bit tighter. "Robert, I... I really don’t know who this could be. I an it. Jas doesn’t match, Luffy doesn’t either... I just—" she paused.
A sudden thought sparked in her mind like a lightbulb going off, and her expression changed imdiately. Her heart skipped. Her mouth slightly opened as she whispered, "Wait..."
But just as quickly as the thought ca, her rational mind slapped it away. She pulled back, squinting at the wall like she was challenging her own brain. "No," she said out loud, shaking her head firmly. "No, he’s not the one."
At that mont, after hearing everything Robert had described on the phone, Cora just quietly sat on her bed, eyes squinting slightly as her brows gently pulled together in thought. Her fingers pressed softly against her lips as she tried to piece together everything. The more she replayed Robert’s words in her head handso, tall, black hair, light beard, serious, threatening the more one na kept flickering at the edge of her thoughts.
Oliver.
The na drifted across her mind again like a whisper. He matched the description almost too perfectly. But the thought of Oliver sweet, soft-spoken Oliver being the one who barged into Robert’s office with bold threats? It just didn’t make any sense. Cora knew Oliver better than anyone. He was the type who would apologize even when it wasn’t his fault. He could barely stand up for himself, let alone scare soone else.
She leaned her head back against the wall, exhaling softly. No, she thought, shaking her head slowly. Oliver isn’t strong-hearted enough for sothing like this. He’s emotional. He gets overwheld too easily. She rembered once when a simple disagreent in a restaurant had left him nearly in tears, asking if he had done sothing wrong. That was the kind of person Oliver was.
Besides, Oliver didn’t even know Robert. She had never introduced them, never even spoken about Robert to him in a way that would warrant this kind of extre reaction. And Robert hadn’t done anything to Oliver either. There was no reason, no connection, no motive. Cora folded her arms and stared out the window.
She dismissed the thought entirely.
Still, she couldn’t deny that gnawing feeling in the back of her chest. A small part of her still wanted to double-check. What if there’s more to Oliver than she knows? What if sothing snapped inside him?, because she also rembered how he saved her against Samuel, and his he fought, But even then, her logical mind quickly pulled her back.
No, she whispered aloud, shaking her head firmly this ti. It’s not Oliver.
She brought the phone back to her ear and finally said, with a calm but apologetic voice, "Robert, I honestly don’t know who it could be. I’m really sorry. Maybe it’s soone just trying to play gas and using my na to scare you or get into your head. But the only person I can even think of that matches that description... he doesn’t go around looking for trouble. That’s the truth."
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