Chapter 61
Beyond the Divorce
Denied Access I entered the factory gates only to be stopped by a stern security guard.
I told him I wanted to meet with Fred.
The security guard scrutinized me and said, âMr.Fred isnât here.
Heâs currently on a business trip.
âCould you tell me where he went?â I asked anxiously because my time in the city was limited.
âI wouldnât know,â he said with a sour attitude.
âCould you at least give me his phone number? Iâve come from out of town and just need to call him.â
After what happened four years ago, I didnât keep Fredâs contact information.
âI donât have it,â he replied curtly.
âWhat do you want with him?â âIâm here to discuss a business partnership!â âYou can talk to the marketing department for that.
Do you really need to meet the boss? We get many people like you who just waste our time.
Just get out of here!â It was unbelievable that such a large factory would hire someone so rude.
The rain was getting heavier, and I started shivering.
Suddenly, I noticed phone numbers for different departments on the security guardâs desk.
Swallowing my pride, I asked, âPlease, Iâve come a long way.
Could you at least give me some hot water? Iâll leave right after.â âEnough with your tricks.
I donât have any hot water for you.
Get going,â he said, pushing me outside.
I almost stumbled, and he slammed the gate behind me.
My umbrella was too small for the heavy rain.
Although I was soaked halfway through, my heart felt colder I looked around.
The cab that brought me had already left, and I would have to walk a long way to catch another one back.
My only option was to stand against the wall.
I didnât want to go home like this, but Matthew would suspect something if I spent too much time in the city.
I needed to keep him from discovering my move.
Although I was soaked to the bone, I kept hoping someone from the factory would emerge.
Just getting Fredâs phone number would be worth it.
Finally, a car drove out, and I quickly flagged it down.
A middleâaged men rolled down the window and C +15 BONUS âWhat can I do for you?â he asked.
âI came to talk to Mr.
Fred.
Could you tell me how to find him?â I quickly added, âOr even the Marketing Manager!â He glanced at me and said, âGet in!â I thanked him profusely and quickly got in the car.
âThank you so much!â As the car drove off, I couldnât stop trembling.
He said, âDonât thank me yet.
Iâm just giving you a ride to a place where you can catch a cab.
Mr.
Fred isnât here.
Youâre wasting your time.â âI came from out of town to discuss a project with him.
I have a full proposal, and Iâm on a tight schedule.
Could you give me his phone number? Or could you pass on the message? Tell him that Chloe Hartz from Foswood is looking for him!â He glanced at me as he considered my words.
âIn that case, you can stay at the guesthouse.
Iâll let Mr.
Fred know.â Though I was disappointed, it was better than not having hope.
I jotted down my phone number, just in case.
âJust tell him that my name is Chloe Hartz.
Heâll definitely come and meet me.
Sir, thank you for helping me! Could I have your name?â I asked politely, He hesitated before saying.
âIâm⦠the other Mr.
Meyers!â I picked up a pamphlet from the car when we arrived at the guesthouse.
âIâll take this with me.
Thank you!â With that, I quickly got out of the car.
I was worried he might stop me because the pamphlet contained the factoryâs phone number.
It was my backup plan in case this man wouldnât pass the message.
Looking at the car driving away, I could only pray that he helped me.
I must meet Fred Meyers!