My Masked Wife

Chapter 8

Derek didn't waste trying the line. He was furious right now and wanted to know who in the bloody world was capable enough to send him such a text in the early hours of the day.

He tried the line repeatedly but it kept saying the same thing about it being switched off. Seems whoever sent the text must be playing games with him.

This was getting serious. Why would someone send a box containing his wife's skirt and then send a text claiming she was cheating on him?

Right now he wasn't sure whether to believe it was a truth being revealed to him. He was beginning to think it was someone trying to mess with his marriage.

An hour later, he gets a sudden call from his assistant.

"Hello, sir," his assistant speaks from the other end of the line.

"Yes?"

"I don't know who did this but there's a big inscription of the word 'shame' on the wall outside of your office."

"What? Come again."

"Someone inscribed 'shame' on the wall outside your face. I don't know who did it, sir."

"Have you checked the cameras to know who it was?" he asks.

"Not at all, sir. But I'll get right on it straightaway."

"Before you do that, get someone to take off the inscription from the wall. Don't want it drawing attention to the others."

He hangs up the call after dishing out the instruction and without further ado, finishes his preparation for the office.

Although Catherine had claimed the night before about wantimg to head to her office today, he didn't bother waking her up and just let her sleep in.

In his drive to the office, he kept analyzing who could be the perpatrator behind the happenings this morning.

One thing he was sure about was that the person that sent him the text was the same person that decided to paint that inscription on the wall of his workplace.

Less than thirty minutes later, he was at the office. And what he does first is head to the security office to check the CCTV footages for a possible way of catching the man behind the inscription.

To his surprise the camera around the place the inscription was penned down didn't seem to be working and this caught him by surprise. Even the security personnel couldn't explain why it got broken.

Seeing there was nothing he could do in that regard, he went back to his office, brooding over the situation.

"Come in," he says, urging whoever it was that was knocking on the door leading into his office.

The door opens and Gina, his co-worker comes in. Gina is a very good friend of his and possibly one of his closest colleagues in the company.

Gina was holding a large file which she dropped on his table the instant she was inside his office.

"What's got you all worked up?" she asks him upon noticing his moody state.

Derek stands up from his chair to head toward the window.

"Nothing," he says. "I'm just tired."

"Do you need anything? I'll be happy to help you with it."

He turns to face her, a dry smile etched on his face. "It's okay, thank you. I'm sure I'll be better soon."

She nods in understanding. "If you say so," she says and then turns around to leave his office.

The moment she starts to head toward the door, he walks close to the direction of the part of the table where she dropped the file.

He was just about to pick the file up when he felt his body bump into Gina's. Apparently she had turn around again and he didn't realize in time before he bumped into her.

The situation was way too awkward for him because his arm had hit right across her chest. The softness of her body was what he felt when that happened.

"Sorry," he says, apologizing for his mistake.

"I was just about to tell you to get back to me on the file today. It's very important that you do so," was her response before she winks at him and then walks out of the office.

For a while, Derek just stood there watching the door that Gina just walked through. He had no idea why he was still feeling awkward from the whole situation.

Just then a call comes through, interrupting his thoughts. He checked his phone to see that it was from his best friend.

"Isn't it too early to be calling me, Marcus?" he asks right after picking up the call.

"I haven't heard your voice in a while, man. Shoot me if it's a wrong thing to be checking up on you."

He smiles. "Well you deserve a drink for that."

"The bar this Friday night?"

"You can bet on it," Derek says. "So what's up? You good?"

"I am. How are you, man? And how's your wife?" Marcus asks.

"I'm good. Catherine's fine too."

"That's good, man. How's your relationship with her like though? I hope you don't mind me asking?"

The question was a very strange one. Derek couldn't help but frown a bit from that.

"Why do you want to know about my relationship with my wife?" he had to ask.

"Nothing. Maybe it's because I saw something."

"You saw something?"

"Yeah. But I– I think I must have seen it wrongly. Don't mind me."

This wasn't something Derek could just let slide. There has been a lot of things pointing toward a possible issue with his marriage and now hearing that his best friend has something to say in that regard was something he knew he had to hear.

"What did you see, Marcus? Tell me this instant," Derek urges Marcus, his nervousness kicking in about what could possibly be the issue Marcus wants to talk about.

"Aw man, I don't know. You might not like it."

"Just say it. If I end up not liking it, then it's on me. So, Marcus, tell me what you saw."