Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 465

Chapter 465: 465- Motionless
George tapped his fingers restlessly against the phone, staring at the screen as the call rang for God knew how many times.

Still, there was no answer.

A frown creased his forehead. Anaya wasn’t picking up and that wasn’t like her.

He exhaled sharply running a hand through his hair. He wanted to pick her up earlier for the date, hoping they could steal some extra time together. Instead of looking forward to the evening, he was growing uneasy.

Should he just drive to her hostel? His grip tightened around his phone at the thought.

Damn. She would never like that! He muttered.

He was supposed to respect her decision regarding secrecy, or he might lose her. He groaned, shaking his head.

Then another thought struck him- what if she was still at the office, with her phone forgotten in her locker?

But why would she be? Like him, she was looking forward to this dinner. She even brought him crisps.

Thinking of it he clenched his jaw as he debated his next move. Calling her again felt pointless. As he started scrolling his phone, his eyes flicked to his contacts.

Paige!

Without hesitating, he tapped her name and pressed the phone to his ear.

***

“So, you mean to say he wanted to invite you for dinner?” one of Paige’s friends asked her excitedly. They had circled her on the carpet as if she were a celebrity.

Paige flipped her hair over her shoulder with a smug smile, “Of course. Why else would he want to take his fiancée to a restaurant for lunch not dinner?” she pointed towards her chest, “I was the reason!”

Another friend gasped, leaning in, “That’s so romantic. He is clearly crazy after you.”

“Maybe!” Paige said inspecting her nails, “Men like him don’t just do things without reason.”

Before her friends could gush any further, her phone started ringing. She smirked, and flipped the screen towards them, “See? It’s him. Still adamant that I have birthday dinner with him.”

“Oh, my God, Paige … that’s like … he is totally into you!” One of them squealed, squeezing her eyes.

Paige was so lucky!

Paige stood from the sofa, adjusting her t-shirt with an easygoing smile before walking outside to take the call.

***

Paige leaned against the railing outside, a smug smile still playing on her lips as she received the call, “Mr. Donovan?”

There was a brief pause on the other end. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady, but she could detect this certain edge in his voice.

“Hey… Is everything running smoothly at the office and… at the hostel?” he was trying to sound casual.

Paige’s brows lifted.

A powerful man like George Donovan is beating around the bush instead of asking directly about her! How funny!

She decided to play along, “Yes, of course. No complaints so far.”

“Good!” George muttered. There was another pause before he cleared his throat, “No one’s been having issues with the job lately?” he inquired softly, “Any resignations … or complaints?”

Chewing her lower lip, Paige tightened her grip on the phone, “Not that I know of. Are you expecting a problem, Mr. Donovan?”

For Paige, it was supposed to be fun. She wanted to enjoy the situation. But now she was feeling this anger boiling within her.

Why was he so concerned about Anaya or her reputation? It was supposed to be a fling dammit!

“No. I’m not expecting any problem, Ms. Paige. As a boss I need to know everything going around Star Corps,” he paused for a moment, “What about lower staff? Everything fine with them?”

Paige rolled her eyes.

Why can’t you ask about me? Am I not important to you?

“They are happy to have jobs, Mr. George Donovan. No drama involved.”

George exhaled slowly, taking another pause, “R-Right… and what about that employee with asthma?” Paige didn’t know that he was drumming his fingers against his knee while talking to her.

She let out a short laugh, “Oh, that maid?” she asked him innocently.

George closed his eyes, his jaw tightening. His grip on the phone firmed as he flinched at the mention of the word maid.

Paige felt as if he had clenched his jaw but then he later seemed to take a steadying breath, “Yeah… right… that ‘maid’… is she still at the office or… hostel?”

This time Paige was gritting her teeth. There was a long pause in her answer.

“Ms. Fletcher?” he spoke impatiently from the other side.

Paige wanted to tell him that the maid was still in the office…

Or maybe she should tell him that the maid left the office but didn’t reach the hostel. But it would only make things worse.

She didn’t want him to get worried for that useless girl.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to smile, “She left the office early and came back here. One of her friends told me that she wanted to sleep early tonight.”

Sitting on the couch, George thought he had heard her wrong.

Anaya wanted to sleep early tonight? But why?

Before Paige could say anything else, he ended the call. Paige stared at her phone.

Why didn’t you ask about me, George? Don’t you know how much I love you?

***

Mrs. Eileen was retiring to her bed when Olivia and Emma came inside her room through the open door. Concern was written all over their faces.

“Mrs. Eileen, please come with us with extra keys. You might need to unlock Anaya’s door,” Olivia said breathlessly, “She isn’t opening her door, Mrs. Eileen.”

Frowning in concern, Mrs. Eileen straightened and reached for the extra set of keys from a small drawer by her bedside, “What exactly happened?”

“Nothing happened. This evening when she didn’t open the door on our knock, we thought she might be catching up on her sleep. But now it’s still closed. She was supposed to go on a dinner date.”

Mrs. Eileen’s brows furrowed deeper, “And she didn’t come out since? She didn’t look alright to me at the office as well, so I asked her to go home early.”

“Oh. We didn’t know that,” Olivia whispered, “We’ve knocked so many times but there isn’t any response.”

“Let’s not waste another minute,” Mrs. Eileen said, already moving towards Anaya’s room.

They rushed down the hallway, Mrs. Eileen pushed the key into the lock and turned it with a click.

As soon as the door swung open, their breath caught in their throats.

Anaya was lying on the floor motionless.