Author's POV

All eyes are set to the man who just entered the school premises as he got out of his car. Women are in awe while men are just plain envious of how the guy stands out of the crowd seemingly unperturbed to the silent chaos he's been doing. With his black silk long sleeves shirt underneath a black suit and his long sexy legs covered by black trousers. His brown eyes, hidden behind sunglasses emitting a sense of aloofness. He walked with confidence and grace well fitted to a king.

Ervin's POV

His long legs took a stride in the hallway, observing those who peeked out of their glass windows of their room. Loud voices can be heard from inside one of the rooms ahead. He was taken aback when he heard an ear splitting whistle coming from one of the rooms. His eyes turned and try to see what's happening but only got a glimpse of a long haired lady behind the door with her hands on her hips covered with a flowing floral dress. Her seemingly flawless legs adorned with an anklet on her left and the stilettoed foot making a tapping sound. Her stance shows authority even without voicing out one single word. The class turned silent and hurriedly get to their seats. He finds her interesting and wonder what power she holds to get such respect from these rowdy groups. She's one feisty woman. Reminds him of someone he knew. He was struck at what came out of his mind. He shake out of his reverie and decided to go straight to the office, knowing the principal is waiting for him.

A lovely petite lady, which I assume is his secretary pointed me the door to the principal's office. I knocked twice on the oakwood door. A muffled sound came out from inside the room telling me to come in.

"Good morning, Mr. Cornwall." I said, moving forward to meet the older man's hand shake. He seems to be contemplating whether to ask me my name or to play it cool. I was told that the principal of St. Mary's Montessori International School Foundation is a little bit of a pain in the ass when it comes to business of earning funds for the foundation that's why my dad chose me to represent the company. He knew I'm not that easily swayed to give in to too much demand. And since it was his idea in the first place to donate a three storey 4 classrooms to his alma mater, I asked him why he can't do it himself only to lose the argument saying he's just too busy to oversee the works.

" Oh yeah. It's Mr. Ervin Dale Cole, am I right? The junior I must say. You're a little bit younger than I expected. Let me call one of my best teacher here to help you out and get a feel of this campus. She'll tour you around and explain where we would like the building to be placed. "he said, smiling. Speaking on the intercom he asked his secretary to call on a certain Ms. Daniels to come to his office. He told me to sit on the couch facing him but I chose to stand near the window and look at the vast greenery outside. Coming back to the Philippines was my choice though the added work was not. I have an important issue to resolve or rather a missing person to find. I'm starting to develop a hell of a headache due to jetlag but I went straight here so I can finish this business before I start my mission. I had to find her. I need to find her. It's eating me up for the past 6yrs. My guilt is growing massive by the minute for years now. The private investigators I hired keep coming out empty handed. Its actually been 7yrs since I've seen her last. When I heard the news about her being kicked out by her parents the night the scandal came out, I was a little stunned. A friend of mine tried asking her mother where she was the day after and was treated with cold shoulder and a hostile words saying she doesn't have a slut for a daughter. I was so ashamed of what me and my friends did. Betting on someone else's feelings didn't actually sit right on me but I was dared by my peers and being the foolish 20yr old me I accepted the challenge knowing full well that I'm actually playing with fire. She's just too overwhelmingly honest and pure.

"Ah here she is, Mr, Ervin Dale Cole, I'd like you to meet one of my best teacher here Ms. Aireen Daniels. Aireen, sweetie this is our school's benefactor and overseer of the new building to be put up.

I was pushed back to reality and slowly turned to face the newcomer expecting an old, experienced woman in her 50's only to get the hardest kick in my balls, not literally but just the same feeling.

The very same person I've been looking for years is now standing in front of me. The reason why I begged dad to let me come back and put up my own business here in the Philippines. Her face turned pale as I was looking at her.