?HIS BALLERINA?
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️ Written By Precious Pinky✍️
? Chapter Thirty-One ?
~It wasn’t coincidence~
?BALLERINA?
“Hey.” She waved, waving closer to the booth where Paulo was seated. “You are early.” She sat opposite from him.
“You are late.”
“I have to take care of some things.” She sighed, dropping her bag on the empty space beside her. “How are you doing?”
Paulo raised a questioning brow at her then said teasingly. “You never ask me that.”
She frowned at him. “That make me look like a bad guy.” She shrugged. “I was throu-gha lot at then. You don’t expect me to act okay when I’m not.”
He laughed. “You are actually acting to be okay, princess.”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t call me that.”
It was silence for a while until Paulo spoke again. “I need to discuss something with you.” She nodded her head, indirectly telling him to go ahead with whatever he was going to say. “Why do you think the person who killed your aunt is the same person who hit your head?”
“Well, I just took guess. I’m not so sure. Why?”
He took out his jotter, turned some pages before handing it over to Ballerina. “I think you are wrong.” He said.
Ballerina glance throu-ghthe page. “What do you mean?” She asked looking up at him.
“Your aunt was killed in the middle of the night so how come were you hit the next morning by the same person?” He asked her.
“I_” Ballerina voice trailed off as she look down at the table. He was right. The person couldn’t have been waiting for her to come in just to hit her head, right?
“I think they are two different people involved.” Paulo stated, watching her closely.
“Two different people?” She repeated slowly, staring down at the page once again. It was clues Paulo had written concerning the case. “Why is the scream linking to the unknown person you think hit my head?” She asked, staring back up at him.
He shrugged. “What do you think? Your aunt couldn’t have screamed, could she?” He raised a questioning brow at her.
Ballerina stayed quiet as she process his words.
Her aunt died in the middle of the night and she heard the scream the next morning, on getting to the room, she was hit on the head.
Paulo might be right. The person who’d screamed that day wasn’t her aunt but the same person who might have hit her head but the question here was, who?
“Then who could have screamed?”
“No, no, no. The question here is who could this person be?”
“Probably someone who is working for my aunt’s murderer, obviously.” She scoffed.
He shook his head slowly. “Maybe. But how did the person got into your aunt’s room that morning?”
Ballerina shrugged off her shoulders. “The same way my_”
“I doubt.” He cuts her off.
“What?”
“Your aunt was killed in the middle of the night which means whoever that killed her came into the palace at that time so he or she won’t be spotted…” He sighed. “And you heard a scream the next morning, on getting there, you got hit on the head, losing consciousness…if this person was really the murderer then you should have been dead by now.” He tapped his fingers on the wooden table. “But why weren’t you killed? And how did this person got into the house during the day when the guards and maids are now vigilant?”
“I_”
She was confused.
The case was getting more broader, complicated and confusing.
“What do you think?” She asked after a long silence.
“There’s a spy working in your palace.” He said to her, confusing her the more.
“A what?”
“Listen, whoever hit you on the head that morning didn’t come throu-ghthe window like the real murderer did…the person pas-sthrou-ghthe door. Their main aim was to take out any form of evidence…then something fell which made them to scream and that’s what lure you into the room, due to fear of been spotted inside the room… they hit your head and make you lose consciousness.” He said.
“Wait, all what you’ve just said, are they your imaginations or what?” She questioned.
“My instinct.” He simply stated.
“Nothing broke.” She corrected.
“You think so?”
“Yes. Heather told me there was nothing found when the police arrived so what is ‘your instinct’ telling you?”
“I found a broken glas-sunder the dressing table.” He informed.
“What? No, that’s not possible.” Ballerina said, shaking her head in disapproval.
“You don’t trust me?”
“I don’t.” She answered without even thinking twice. “How can some group of policemen go to a crime scene to look for evidence and couldn’t find anything and just a detective went there and saw a piece of broken gla-ss…does that even make any sense?”
“Wait, are you trying to say I’m telling a lie?”
“You tell me, are you?”
“Are you kidding me right now, princess Ballerina?”
“Ballerina.” She corrected throu-ghgritted teeth, glaring at him. “You don’t expect me to believe that gibberish or do you? I’m not stupid, you know?”
“Well, it seem like you are.”
“Are you trying to call me stupid?”
“You tell me, are you?” He said, using her own words against her.
She slammed her palm on them table, getting up to her feet. “Look, I_”
“I am not asking you to trust me… but in a situation like this you need to trust me. We can’t work together if there is no trust between us.”
“I want to believe you but believing you means doubting Heather.” She picked up her bag. “Let’s meet up some other day.” She turned to leave but Paulo next words made her turn to look at him.
“Do you trust her that much?”
“She will never betray me.”
Paulo smirked. “Really? Tell me, was she the same person who found you in the room?”
“I don’t know.” She responded.
“My investigations should begin with her then.” Paulo muttered to himself. “What did you aunt warned you about?”
“Excuse me?”
“She asked you not to trust anyone, didn’t she?” Ballerina did not say a word. “maybe when you start to trust me and doubt this maid of yours, you will be able to figure out your aunt’s murderer in no time.”
Ballerina just turned around and walked away from him, leaving the Café and going into her car, she drove out of the vicinity as she boiled in anger.
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?ACE?
“where is he?” Ace asked, walking out of the elevator.
“In the waiting lounge.” Hannah replied, trialing after him from behind.
They both walked into the waiting lounge. Mr Derick stood up to his feet with a smile on his face.
“My man.” She stretched out his hand for a handshake.
“I wasn’t expecting you.” Ace said, not bothering to shake him. Mr Derick chuckles to himself, bringing down his hand to his side.
“I wasn’t expecting you to want to meet with me either.” He said.
Ace partly turned to Hannah, who have been standing there like a lost puppy. “Leave us.”
She bowed her head in respect. “Yes sir.” She walked out of the room, leaving both men to themselves.
Ace turned back to Mr Derick. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to speak with you, why else do you think I’m here?” He stuffed his hands into his pan-ts pocket. “How are you doing?” He asked.
Ace knitted his brows at him. “Why do you care about my health?”
He shrugged. “Just asking.”
“You haven’t answered my question yet. What are you do you doing?”
“Is this your way of saying ‘Let’s work together?’” Mr Derick questioned, smiling.
Ace rolled his eyes. “Are you going to answer the damn question or just get the fu-ckout of my company?”
“Hey, calm down man. I’m here to talk.” He sighed. “I_”
Ace cuts him off, asking. “Do you know what or who killed my father?”
“Well, maybe or maybe not.” He replied.
“What does that even mean?”
“I might not know who really killed your father but I do know someone who may have a reason to want to kill your father?”
“A reason?”
“Yes. A reason.”
“Who?”
Mr Derick hesitate for a while. “Mr Anthony. You should know about him, he was with you and your father that particular night.”
“What?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Hold on a sec. What night are you talking about?”
“The night your father died. What other will i be talking about?”
“Are you seriously kidding me right now?” He scoffed. “Naomi was the one who was with my father that night and not me so what the fu-ckare you talking about?”
“Wait, your mother?”
“You can still refer her as that but yes. She even confirmed it herself so what are you saying? Are you here to ridicule me?”
“I don’t understand you, Ace. Your mother couldn’t have been the one with your father that night. It was you.”
“Cut the crap, Mr Derick. I’m trying to respect you here but if you keep going on with this shit, you will definitely lose the little respect I have for you.” Ace warned. “If you don’t know anything that happened that night then you shouldn’t act like you do and confuse other people. Okay?”
“Ace I know what I’m saying.”
Ace shakes his head, walking away from him. “No, you don’t. Or maybe you are being affected with old age.” With that, he stormed out of the lounge.
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?BALLERINA?
“my princess, welcome back.” Heather greeted as soon as Ballerina walked throu-ghthe double doors.
Ballerina couldn’t stop thinking about what Paulo had told her at the Café earlier today. She know it was stupid of her to even think about it but she just couldn’t stop herself.
What if he was right?
No, not about Heather being the one she should be careful of but rather for the fact that the report from the other police might be false.
It might not be Heather’s fault but theirs but still!
“Thank you.” She said in a whisper.
“So how did the meeting go?” Heather questioned, smiling.
Ballerina shrugged. “Uh…not bad, I guess.” She responded, avoiding eye contact with Heather.
“Are… you okay?”
“Yeah. Sure. Why?”
“You are not acting okay right now, my princess.” She observed.
Ballerina chuckles. “Well, I am very okay.” She sighed, her gaze suddenly fell on Heather’s neck. “Where did your necklace go?” She asked.
“My what?”
“Your necklace. The one given to you by your boyfriend.”
Heather ran her fingers throu-ghher neck. “Oh… that.” She stared nervously. “It…I misplaced it.”
“Misplaced it where?”
“Somewhere around, I don’t know. But it’s no big deal.”
“Hmm. I should probably go inside and have a very cold shower.”
“Of course my princess. I will inform the chef to prepare dinner.”
“Do just that.” Ballerina took two steps away but suddenly stopped walking and turned back to Heather. “Are you really sure the police didn’t find anything at all?”
Heather was confuse at first but get to realize what he meant with that. “Yes my princess.”
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Ballerina let out a frustrated and de-ep sigh, walking away from the window. She glance throu-ghthe room, putting on a very sad look.
She was very sad and broken.
She miss her aunt.
She miss her very badly and felt like crying out all of her heart but funny enough it felt like a crime if she starts crying over again.
She was going to leave the room when she stepped on something, she lifted her leg and bent over to pick the thing up. She slowly brou-ght the silver necklace up to her face, her eyes went wide in the process.
*Where did your necklace go?* She remember asking Heather that.
*I misplaced it somewhere around.*
*Maybe when you begin to trust me and doubt this maid of yours, you will be able to figure out this murderer in no time.* Paulo had said to her.
*Was she still the same person who found you in the room?*
*Are you really sure the police didn’t find anything?*
*Yes my princess.*
*Do you trust her that much?*
Ballerina clenched the silver necklace tightly with a de-ep frown on her face. Only one thought kept playing at the back of her mind; Is Heather to be trusted?
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#To Be Continued