never had to confront anything.
Well right now she was angry. Angry at Mister Chase
Harlow. Not only had he seen her grandmother without her permission, but now it
looked as if he’d stolen her documents too. Why else would he send flowers,
mention the documents, but not have sent them back? How long would it have
taken to run them through a photocopier?
‘I don't know what's happening between you two, but
you need to turn that frown upside down,' Jenny said in a sultry breath.
'Because we are talking about Mister Chase Harlow. I don't know if you've taken
a long hard look at your life recently, Keiko, but you are never going to come
across a man like him again.'
Jenny was right. It was a fact Keiko didn't have
any problem with though.
Because though maybe she had been taken with the
idea of Chase to begin with, right now didn't want to have anything to do with
the man. Rich or not, handsome or not, he was a jerk.
'You need to go over to his company tomorrow,'
Jenny said excitedly as she wiggled a little, her hips shifting from side-to-side,
her long shirt dancing over them, 'and say thank you .'
Keiko opened her mouth to say that would never
happen.
Then she stopped.
She looked down at the flowers, she twisted the
card around in her fingers, and she got the sudden idea that just maybe she
should go down to Harlow Enterprises tomorrow. Demand to see Chase, and then
ask him exactly who he thought he was for stealing her documents and harassing
her grandmother.
Keiko really didn't like confrontation, but maybe
she had never faced something that had made her this angry before, because as
she finally went to bed, the plan solidified in her mind.
Tomorrow morning she was going to make a visit to his
offices. It would not be a friendly one.
Chapter 9
C hase Harlow
He was in an important meeting with Julius and
Victor, but he couldn't pay attention, no matter how important it was.
His mind kept on fixating on Keiko and Ami Teshi. He’d
really stuffed things up.
Looking up from underneath his eyebrows, he glanced
past the table, staring at the thick glass doors that separated the conference
room from the hallway outside.
He knew he shouldn't be so glum; it wasn't over
yet. Even if Ami wouldn't talk, Chase could use his contacts in Japan to find
out where her property was, and get someone to go and explore it. They would no
doubt find the shrine, and within the next day Chase would know whether much of
it was left.
'Is there something wrong with you? You haven't
said a thing,' Julius pointed out in a drawl. ‘News of this collection boring
you?'
Chase hazarded a grin, reaching towards his drink
and rolling the glass around on the table a little. 'No, it rivets me,' he said
in a dry voice.
'So it should, because we haven't had information
like this for a long time,' Victor agreed.
Chase still hadn't told either of them about Keiko.
What was he meant to say? He’d met this strange girl at a party, she’d told him
how she’d died, showed him her scar, lent him her grandmother's documents, and
probably never wanted to see him again?
There would be no way to make this all make sense.
Plus, was there any point? Was this actually a strong lead? Or was Chase just
letting himself get distracted?
Sighing, bringing his hand up, latching it onto his
shoulder and pressing hard into the muscle, he shifted back in his chair.
‘Why do I get the feeling you want a break? Your
heart is not in this meeting, is it?' Julius said as he leaned forward,
clapping his hand onto the table and drumming his fingers onto it.
Chase nodded.
Then he pushed himself to his feet, kicking his
chair out behind him.
He made for the glass doors.
And then he stopped, hand pressing into them,
getting ready to push them open.
He saw something. To be precise, he saw a small
woman in loose jeans, a T-shirt, and a ragged cardigan.
Keiko.
He pushed open the doors with a jolt, practically
running out of them.
Tugging down on his shirt, grabbing
Well right now she was angry. Angry at Mister Chase
Harlow. Not only had he seen her grandmother without her permission, but now it
looked as if he’d stolen her documents too. Why else would he send flowers,
mention the documents, but not have sent them back? How long would it have
taken to run them through a photocopier?
‘I don't know what's happening between you two, but
you need to turn that frown upside down,' Jenny said in a sultry breath.
'Because we are talking about Mister Chase Harlow. I don't know if you've taken
a long hard look at your life recently, Keiko, but you are never going to come
across a man like him again.'
Jenny was right. It was a fact Keiko didn't have
any problem with though.
Because though maybe she had been taken with the
idea of Chase to begin with, right now didn't want to have anything to do with
the man. Rich or not, handsome or not, he was a jerk.
'You need to go over to his company tomorrow,'
Jenny said excitedly as she wiggled a little, her hips shifting from side-to-side,
her long shirt dancing over them, 'and say thank you .'
Keiko opened her mouth to say that would never
happen.
Then she stopped.
She looked down at the flowers, she twisted the
card around in her fingers, and she got the sudden idea that just maybe she
should go down to Harlow Enterprises tomorrow. Demand to see Chase, and then
ask him exactly who he thought he was for stealing her documents and harassing
her grandmother.
Keiko really didn't like confrontation, but maybe
she had never faced something that had made her this angry before, because as
she finally went to bed, the plan solidified in her mind.
Tomorrow morning she was going to make a visit to his
offices. It would not be a friendly one.
Chapter 9
C hase Harlow
He was in an important meeting with Julius and
Victor, but he couldn't pay attention, no matter how important it was.
His mind kept on fixating on Keiko and Ami Teshi. He’d
really stuffed things up.
Looking up from underneath his eyebrows, he glanced
past the table, staring at the thick glass doors that separated the conference
room from the hallway outside.
He knew he shouldn't be so glum; it wasn't over
yet. Even if Ami wouldn't talk, Chase could use his contacts in Japan to find
out where her property was, and get someone to go and explore it. They would no
doubt find the shrine, and within the next day Chase would know whether much of
it was left.
'Is there something wrong with you? You haven't
said a thing,' Julius pointed out in a drawl. ‘News of this collection boring
you?'
Chase hazarded a grin, reaching towards his drink
and rolling the glass around on the table a little. 'No, it rivets me,' he said
in a dry voice.
'So it should, because we haven't had information
like this for a long time,' Victor agreed.
Chase still hadn't told either of them about Keiko.
What was he meant to say? He’d met this strange girl at a party, she’d told him
how she’d died, showed him her scar, lent him her grandmother's documents, and
probably never wanted to see him again?
There would be no way to make this all make sense.
Plus, was there any point? Was this actually a strong lead? Or was Chase just
letting himself get distracted?
Sighing, bringing his hand up, latching it onto his
shoulder and pressing hard into the muscle, he shifted back in his chair.
‘Why do I get the feeling you want a break? Your
heart is not in this meeting, is it?' Julius said as he leaned forward,
clapping his hand onto the table and drumming his fingers onto it.
Chase nodded.
Then he pushed himself to his feet, kicking his
chair out behind him.
He made for the glass doors.
And then he stopped, hand pressing into them,
getting ready to push them open.
He saw something. To be precise, he saw a small
woman in loose jeans, a T-shirt, and a ragged cardigan.
Keiko.
He pushed open the doors with a jolt, practically
running out of them.
Tugging down on his shirt, grabbing
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