Mistaken Identity

Chapter 6 Henrique

"What kind of trouble do we have?" I asked.

"Well, you see you happen to be the aunt of my brother," he said and I rose my brows and he

continued. "Your 'surposidly' twin sister had a child for my father, I told you this earlier"

"Hmm, yes you did. But I don't understand why am I in all this?" I asked because I really needed the

answer. How does it child concern me? It's their responsibility.

He laughed and I flinched. "Now that's where you come in all this." I waited until he continued. "Your

sister left the child at my office and disappeared. I don't know how to take care of a care because I've

never had one before. I tried searching for your sister but I end up meeting you."

I still didn't get how I came in all this. "What do you need me for?"

"For a girl who got a honors diploma, you're really slow," he said. I got angry that second. How dare

he insult me in my own apartment? This man was getting on my nerves. "You'll be the one taking care

of the child until we find his mother."

"I'll be doing what? Did you say taking care of the child? Because if you did, you're wrong. I don't have

a child and I don't know how to take care of one." I gave him back the same response he gave me.

"Well news flash Ms. Bisson. I can make your life hell, if you don't comply. Haven't I sure you how bad

i can make it earlier today? Or do you need more proof? Perhaps I should call some of my friends at

the employment agency?" I look at him in utter disbelieve. The things people can do when they have

money. It amazes me how corrupt this world is.

"Are you threatening me? Mr. Carter is looks like you're blind. Look around, my life is already hell. It

can't get worse than this." I assured him. My life was already hell. I lived in the slumps of New York and

I was a secretary, most of my salary goes in expenses and bills. My life was already like hell.

"Trust me, Ms. Bisson it can get worse. Now I didn't come here to argue. It's either you come with me

or you lose everything and I mean, everything." I flinched at his words. The tears were holding back

themselves. I will not cry in front this man. I will not. I'm stronger than this. I am. I stand there for three

minutes until I spoke.

"What do I get from all this? I mean when you find Alliyah, what do I get? I won't take care of him if i

can't see that I'm secure in return. Nothing is free in life." What I'm saying is true. I know he's my

nephew and all but he's still not my child. He's the child of the woman who hurt me, beyond

forgiveness. She's the woman who I grew up. She's the woman who used to be my friend. She's the

woman who is no longer my sister.

"Well, agreeing to come with me, you get a monthly salary three times your old one and when we find

your sister, you'll receive a million dollars to continue your life and won't have to see anyone of us

again."

I stand there deciding if I should take this deal, yes it was too good to be true. I needed the money. I

need some new cloths and a new apartment. One million dollars could do a lot for a girl like me. I could

finally live a life without worry of what i will eat tomorrow. I can open my own art gallery with a million

dollar.

I ran my hand thrpugh my brown soft hair contemplating on what would be the best decision. Should I

take this deal? It is a good one. He said he'll secure me. He said that he'll give me money something

that i didn't have. All I have to do is take care of a child. Taking care of a child can't be that hard, can it.

I don't think so. This deal was not bad after All

"Is it a boy or girl?"

He smiled at me. "I see you've accept my offer. It's a boy, his name is Henrique."

I smiled. "She named him after our father. He's probably be happy right to know he has a grandfather.

He always loves children. He was the ideal father." I looked up to see uninterested Mr. Carter looking

up at me. "Sorry," I mumbled. I loved talking about my father. He was my role model. After he wasn't

our biological father, he was the best man I've ever known.

"Okay, Henrique is at my home so you'll be staying there, so you need to pack. The plane leaves in

three hours."

"Plane? Where do you live? " I asked. I've never being in a plane before. When I moved from Las Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Vegas, I took buses. Yes, planes scare me and I didn't have any money for one.

"I live in Los Angeles. Do you have a passport?" he sounded annoyed.

"Yes, I do." I answered. Although I am affaid of planes, I got a passport. Having a passport opened

many opportunities.

"Then start packing because the plane is leaving soon."

"I don't have any money to travel by plane. Perhaps we can drive instead." I suggest but he looked at

me as if I lost my mind.

"No. Driving to California would take three not stop days. I always didn't mention to you any thing about

money. There is no need to pay. I'm taking private plane. So stop inquiring and go and get your things.

The plan leaves as soon as we can get out of this place. I have my work to get back to. The sooner you

get to California, the sooner my life continues. Finding you or your sister as you said has taken up a lot

of my time."

Not know what to say I got up went to my bedroom to pack. I didnyThanks want to waste anymore of

his precious time.

Was this really the best decision to make? All I'll be doing is taking care of a child. How hard can it

be?