Chapter 3 LOST RING

GERARD POV

I'm dead. Really dead. It was my grandma's ring. That ring would be exhibited. I can remake it, money is not a question. But it was my grandma's. You can't just replace the sentimental value of that ring. It's priceless and it's the symbol of grandpa and grandma's love for each other. How stupid can I be? Rubbing my face annoyingly with both of my hands and pinching the bridge of my nose. A habit I have inherited from my father. Think Gerard...

Well I went to club last night and it was in my pocket. As usual take a random girl. That's a routine almost every night. She might have stolen it. But, but, but, I still don't think so. Well, nobody from my staffs or employees would dare to steal from me. The power I have just leaves them scared. They know it will be the end of them if they did so. As the eldest male heir and CEO of the Browne-Reynolds estates and company, I can't be this irresponsible. My grandma and grandpa expected so much from me. I can't let them down. Well that's there death wish before they died. I can't be haunted by their spirit. Not that I'm scared, but I want to have a peaceful sleep at night. I'm interrupted by the constant ringing of my phone. Flicking it to answer.

"Yes?! Did you find it?" I asked exasperatedly. Losing control on myself.

"Apparently, I haven't seen the ring yet sir. I don't have a lead who might have stolen it. I checked the lady from last night and seems she hasn't seen the ring I described to her." Luis my bodyguard and driver last night.

"Well? keep looking! Don't call me if you don't have good news!" Then I hang up. Throwing my phone on my office couch.

Where could it be? That 80 million dollar ring sure gives me a headache. I would be willing to buy another one but it won't be just the same. I remember grandma say when I was three and on her deathbed.

"Gerard, you are my eldest grandson. You would take care all that I have and possess. Bring it to the top as always. I want you to be the King as me and your grandpa was the King and the Queen in business. We might not be royalties but we are feared and we have the power over the leaders and businessmen all over the world. This is the most valuable possession I have." While taking out the ring from her bedside table and putting it to my right hand and closing it.

"I might not have experienced true love but this is the closest thing I have apart from my inheritance which will be yours too. This is very important to me. This cost 80 million dollars but money can't equal to the value this ring holds. Give this ring to a worthy woman who is equally as powerful as you are. I want you to have everything that I have. You will have it when u come of age. I love you my only grandson."

"Mother of S***!!!" Where could that ring be? Dear God please let the ring be found soon.

Pressing my intercom I dialled my assistant.

"Camilla, call the newspaper company. I want to place an ad."

"Right away sir!" She answered competently.

I'd really like my employees to be on high alert and always on the go. When I say jump they would never think twice or hesitate to do what I want. And Camilla really exceeded my expectations.

For now there's nothing I can do but wait for fate and pray to God that I would see the ring soon.

I promised my childhood friend that I would exhibit granny's ring. This is what happens when I'm too nice. I should have said no. But being in the same circle since we were young, I agreed. Rubbing my face again. I went to my office chair and do some work. At least my pile of work will be reduced. There's no use of dwelling to the problem.

My intercom rang and I answered putting it on loudspeaker. "Yes?" I answered snapping.

"Sir, New York Times is here." My secretary Camilla called.

"Let them in." I answered

Hearing the knock I called out " Come in". And a girl with glasses, sexy, with very curvaceous body, tall and in heavy make up girl came in. This could be interesting, a lot of work can be done now. Swaying her hips while walking towards me.

"Sit down" I commanded confidently.

"Mr. Reynolds I'm Genevieve from New York Times. You called for an ad?" She said that while batting her eyelashes, showing her commercial-ready teeth and putting out her fake busty boobs.

Licking my lowerlip slowly and biting my lip.

She followed the gesture with her eyes wide. Liking what she sees.

"Yes, I did. You see Gen, can I call you Gen?."

She nodded vigorously. And I stood up from my chair and came behind her and placed both of my hands on the armrest. Whispering to her.

"My grandma's ring is stolen or lost. I don't know which is which. I wanted to find it ASAP and I'd like to place this picture of the ring and offer a reward of 10 million dollars to whoever can return it to me." I say seductively while blowing my breath to her neck.

I know she is so turned on with the way she kept her legs closed. And having goosebumps on her neck and arms.

She turned her head and rub his manicured hands on my arms while answering. Her breath mixing with mine. Almost as we are gonna kiss.

"My, my Mr. Reynolds. It must have been a very expensive ring." She replied as seductive as she can.

Then I straighten my body. And went round towards my chair. And she has literally frowned and pouted. Showing her collagen injected lips.

"Yeah it is. Well I'll have my secretary ready the cheque soon as the ads are placed."

She took my hand and put his calling card and making circles on my palm and said "If ever you need anything call me, I'll be there anytime and anyplace."

I just smirked at her. Well my charms always works. Any lady, old and young. They just fall to my feet. But they're just good to me for 30 minutes. After that they're nothing.

"You may leave." I told her coldly. Which leaves her very disappointed.

Maybe if she finds my grandma's ring, I can give her a good f***. But that will be it.