" Honey could you stop that disturbing noise? I cannot concentrate with you doing that."
Stopping all he was doing, with his foot constant hitting on the table base, Robertson nodded at his wife relieved to see the soft smile that played on her lips afterwards.
They were in their living room working, Saturday always consist of them both taking a side of the rather large place to work. Leigh with her papers spread on the ground, and him with bunches of paperwork's he had to sign, or things work related he had to send by mail. With Malone gone he trust no one with certain things. They had worked together for at least seven years in this country, the new one, is hey gave him, he was still sceptical about.
Rolling her neck trying to ease the tension in it and soothe the throbbing the constant noise had almost caused, Leigh closed her eyes breathing in when an amazing odor of flowers hit her nostrils instantly causing her to calm, it was like she was in a garden all of a sudden.
Basking in the feeling she stayed like that a moment resting her head on the couch behind her, her palms playing with the fur of her carpet. The scent kept growing becoming stronger to the point she felt like sleeping.
Seeing that, the woman that was left standing not far from her, knowing she was falling asleep, met the husband eyes, wondering what to do. His hands crossed he just smiled at her leaving the decision in her hands.
"Madame, Those are for you." Opening her eyes a bit annoyed but not showing it, Leigh smiled at the woman before gasping as she followed the index she was pointing around them.
Standing up automatically, Leigh gaze roamed the place her mouth opened in a silent gasp while her right hand find its place on her chest. "Oh my God! It is all so beautiful!"
Glancing at her husband she smiled widely, then headed straight to one of them. As Soon as she could touch them, she took on vase in her hands taking in the scent she loved so dearly with her nose buried in it.
Full length of flowers were deposited on her dinning room and others places having Leighton wondered. The living room itself was full of it. It was a sight for sore eyes. Her eyes was glowing so much, the two others could only smiled seeing how happy she was.
Kneeling on her heavy carpet she understood how they were abled to placed them all without making any noise, they walked barefoot around the house and never disturbing if she was resting around the place.
A card was given to her by her housekeeper who arbored a conspiracy smile. Like she knew something she herself did not.
Reading the words on the refined decorated card she smiled. Looking behind her to her husband that was heading toward her.
" Mr Robertson it is good to spoil your wife like this. Do not worry I signed the delivery that was at your name. Oh! Here, they insisted for you to have your receipt."
Handing him the material she retrieved.
Staring at each others they both went back to the piece of paper she was still holding
" I, love I am so happy. Woah, you went overboard honey. You did not needed to do all of this. I gather it was...." At the face he was doing like he knew nothing of what she was saying she stopped talking arching her eyebrows.
Trying to talk with his eyes he pointedly held her gaze in an attempt to have her keep her mouth shut, and understand his silent words. Coming to stand near her he kissed the side of her head encircling her shoulders with one of his large arm.
" Yes, I love you so much you know that. So does it please you? So after this much troubles all the week. It is now the time to honour the pillow side of the Legend they have here hmm? We shall do that right now. I'm sure they are all waiting to hear you screami-"
Before he could finish, a slap was what was heard. She had to chuckle at him though, it was true they were both really taken away by their work throughout all the week. Mostly trying to solve the Queen mystery.
"Ahaha, see how it is funny dumbass. She sent them all!? Why?"
They were talking in lower voice almost murmuring knowing how Ada, could be nosy sometimes. Shrugging his shoulders only for her body to feel as they were almost pressed together he hummed meeting her eyes.
"Maybe she wants to help us feel like we are in paradise land. You know where I will be remind of my undying love for you and w-- ouch, that hurt! Where is my wife? She is never so violent." Faking the hurt he whined holding the part of his chest she had just miserably injured with her elbow. Though it did not hurt he played his part making her smile wider.
Making sure no one could hear them anymore, he took the paper turning it upside down. Laughing at his lame attempt of joking, she was soon follow by him. After kissing her jawline he straightened more focused on the paper, inside of it was written
"smile to make me shine" not common, they stared at it for a moment then at the receipt. The item came from a Flowers shop in the rich side of Porys.
It was cleared it was a place that he could have bought things in. That was exactly the thing, he had bought flowers there many times, he possessed many of their receipts, the one in his hand being one of a kind.
"It is her right? It cannot be someone else." More an affirmation than a question, Leigh who had came to the same conclusion as her husband took their surrounding in, amazed by how beautiful the flowers were.
" I told you to not worry. Look at this..."
His eyes not leaving the paper at any moment, he pointed at the numbers written. Seeing the inscriptions that follows the numbers. Same words were repeating like it was a receipt that had many errors in it.
Bringing her eyes on the final line, Leigh eyes almost bulge in her face. Her mouth was the one hanging open for a solid minute. Doing the same, Robertson shook his head whistling slowly.
"Woah! I mean this cost me pretty much. So smile my love."
Indeed the amount of money on the receipt was insane, and totally in his name a cash deposit, this could cause him trouble if it was brought out there to his people. He was rich, but not as insanely so as to buy a shop of flowers.
That was the definition of what their hose was at that very moment.
There were only numbers on one side of the receipt. Which was not normally a how a typical one appeared. Frowning they both looked at each others wondering what it means. Looking harder, it seemed like those numbers held meaning, looking around, one could tell that the amount of flowers was not normal. In fact it gave their living room, and entire house the appearance of a garden. The flowers almost hide the wall, all you could see was them
" What is this? I means, do you understand what is going on?"
"It looks like a way to find a place?"
Nodding at his wife words, the man tilted his head to the left, waiting for her to continue. He was not one to do it since in his work he had men or women doing the tracking for him. He was one to recognize everyone importance for the growth of the world in a day to day life, or in long term.
"Mostly like a way to find a place on a map. We use it to have the position of things sometimes when we want to make sure the place is safe around here. You want to know exactly where you are going in order to not be lost. Her line of work is not different to mine in a way so will you..."
Before she had finished her husband was already bringing a map that was rolled neatly in the large bookshelf of the living room to them. He had made himself accustomed to his wife way of working. As far as they were concerned he believed communication in a couple was essential, not much of the talking. The unsaid was what count the most. So he did his best to know how she function.
"Thanks you." Looking at him briefly her eyes saying what she did not added. she stared at him in a loving way helping him to arrange it on the table infront of them.
" Here, by using only the numbers at the end for this part and the beginning of those we can have the position. It will show it to, wait, just follow this line it gives an exact coordination of places in the North. See. This area has to be the meeting place. We just have to find what we need in this square."
Taking in the graphics she had put on the map so far it was credible. In fact the location was one that could be named but it was in the North.
"I will not ask you how you did that. But it is in the North. Obviously. And. We do not have the exact time set."
Brainstorming on that part, she looked at the flowers around them, then at the card that was glaring at them from the middle of the perimeter she had made.
"Smile to make me shine... Smile to make me SHINE! Ah, I love this woman. See the name of all the flowers that repeat themselves on the receipt. They are only the rare ones. There are a lot of them in the receipt, looking around us it seems like we are in a garden."
Smiling only to fit her state Robertson just stood there waiting. Chess was never his forte. Geopolitics, international affairs yes but not this.
"My Love! Common! It is not fun. A lot of flowers that are very rare? It all indicate a garden, where the abondance of flowers always make you smile. It is impossible to not with all of this around you." Looking around she did for good measure making her husband nodded happy she was so happy.
"The location is in the North. Yes you are right, not really pleasurable, the life there is a bit hard. Meaning, it shall be a covered garden. Like in a house. Okay do not look at me like that. The North is actually harsh with the absence of development there. That is only if you are not accustomed to the perks of rich life."
"But think of it like this, that garden has to be somewhere in this perimeter. Inside there shall be the place we are searching. A covered garden with rare species of flowers. Yes it does not SHINE many time around here. The weather is just simple. If we take these numbers and try to play weather forecasters we can find which day it will really shine at noon. If we can I am sure it will be easy to find our day."
"Yeah, simple like that. Now I understand why she picked you. I believe she wanted to have you interested. God did she gets what she wanted."
Taking her in trying to proceed all she said he entered those informations in his computer before sending them to one of his employee asking what she wanted.
Not even five minutes later a reply came " You were right. Not that I did not believed you were. We have the name of the garden - Asta vore - "
"Asta is related according to what they send here to astronomy and astrology in Hinduism. Since our researchs are related to the sun shining, they came to results almost similar to us. Asta, here could refer to sunset. To set the sun has to rise. So noon to two in the afternoon.
The place is only known by the field professionals, well guarded but accept visitors. Apparently a sort of museum for flowers. And. We have the day too. Next Sunday, the sun will be up from noon to two, the time of its early sunset, with the particularity it stay like that longer than in all the land. That's why the name was picked. Good Lord everything has meaning here!"
Shaking his head he said contemplative of the world they came to live in. From the beginning it was that. Before treating an information, first understand the context. They stood there in silent, him lost in his thoughts, her reading the informations send by her husband agency. For once it was not private since she was the one as they put it that was send on the field.
It was exactly one week after the incident and some digging in the Moonth case, things were found that could disrupt the course of the events like they were now. It was really ugly. That case was cold blood that was shed.
All of it had been done on their ground, the case of corruption behind it was terribly huge. It was the affair of a young woman rendered mute. The case had been short lived by the justice in her hometown. Many were killed that tried to interfer.
Today it was something that could put many of those people that was now big heads in the society in jail. Maybe it was decades ago, almost three, but the prejudice it had cause to the woman was certainly a waste for the world. Trying to suppress Mozart in his first day would have been criminal just the same.
The young woman was an opera singer, so brilliant in her early age, had won from the age of sixteen all the prizes but in her twenty three years of age while her career was really raising internationally, had suddenly disappeared off the radars.
No one sought her. The one that could was bought out, the others threatened or killed. It was almost indecent how things work sometimes.
It was no surprise though, when Thodore Orlando Ori was the one that was used to put it all in place. The man was never seen but his power reach far.
His implications in many layers of the society was blatantly shown by what they had discovered. Not that both their governments did not knew of it.
The problem was She did too. She knew all of it and want some kind of bargain. Robertson knew it and his people too.
That means she had them where she wanted them.
At her mercy. Whatever she had against them was far more disruptive than what she may want from them. They were all waiting on what was to come.
"Seems like I got myself a rendezvous." Responding to his silent thoughts, his wife who came to the same conclusion voiced. Looking straight in his eyes.
" Yes love. You sure did."
Standing there they looked at each other for a while, knowing her life was not at risk. Of that he was sure. If the Queen has picked Leigh it was certainly to be discreet. What she will request was still a big question mark hanging out there, that only patience will answer.