"A lot of people you think you know you don't know until you find out you don't know, then it may be too late to know" -Kenneth Clark- *** Edgar's P.O.V I am currently in my office and Nikolai enters the room as he brings an envelope filled with the information about this woman who has been bothering my mind and soul lately. Finally, I'll find it everything about her, it has been driving me crazy how a mere woman like her can have such a power of getting in my mind. He puts the envelope on the table and he look at me with a serious gaze. "You may want to take a breath first, anyway, I am leaving so you can read it in peace." He begins to take his steps toward the door before eventually leaving the room. I take a deep breath which I don't usually do and grab the envelope, and I open it to see a stack of paper with different kinds of information about her, information regarding her everything, from her birth, to her childhood, her career, love life and relationships. I open the first page which contains the information about her birth date. I see, she was born on the twelfth of July. I guess that makes her horoscope a cancer. Her parents are Charles and Estelle Rousseau, and it appear that she has an older sister named Eloise Rousseau. Let's see... Her childhood life is pretty average, it seems like she was raised in a happy family, and there doesn't seem to be any shadiness happening on her family, and her father was just a fine businessman while her mother was a working at home mom. I turn the page and see something that is quite saddening. About the day of an accident that appear to changed her life. It's on a broad daylight, when there was a car accident, killing her parents, and her sister and her were the only survivor in that accident and I believe she was still very young when that incident happened. Poor woman, I know exactly what it's like to lose your family at an early age, and I know exactly what her feeling must have been at that moment. Maybe, just maybe. The two of us are the same, the only difference is our way of handling the situation. She stood up again and tried to have a better life, while I am still tied to the memories in the past and chained with the yearning for revenge. Right, I guess that must have been it. I get suspicious that my inner self has already known about this and that what was what drawn me closer to her. Great, now I am talking nonsense, since when do you care about that kind of stuff? Edgar Romanov? I flip the paper and see that she was taken care off by The Moreau family. Sure, I have heard about their family name before, i believe the heir of the Moreau family was also the owner of the hotel I was attending to, if I recall, his name is Henri Moreau, and it is written down here as well, and it seems like the only son of The Moreau family is extremely close to the second daughter of The Rousseau. Somehow, it pisses me off for no reason, I don't know why, but I do not like the thought of it. Let's see what else is written on it... It seems like her sister was the opposite of her, someone who gets in a lot of trouble and shady business, that was very unexpected, and at eighteen years old, her sister left their home and move to Moscow, Russia, and surprisingly, the one offering her the job here is someone I know and have dealt with. Maybe this will be a good opportunity for me, in case I will ever need to do something regarding it. As for Phoebe alone, based on her record, she was a pretty smart kid in high school. She wasn't exactly an A+ kid, but she did have some A on several subjects, and most of her grades are B and above average. Well, I prefer women her kind than dumb women who can only rely on their appearance, because dumb is not cute like what they think. She didn't go to college, unfortunately, and I can see why, it appears that as soon as she graduated from high school, she immediately got accepted by the hotel owned by The Moreau as a trainee employee, but it only lasts for a year until she became an official employee and made her way as a receptionist. Too bad, I was expecting something different, getting a job due to connections isn't something I am really proud of in her. But anyway, there is not much left about her, and she has never dated anyone either, so I assume she is still a virgin. Well, I better stop thinking about it before My mind start to wander off somewhere else again. Well, what to do now? Suddenly the door opens and unexpectedly, it's Phoebe herself. She slowly shows her beautiful face through the sliding door, and she is about to say something, but before she can speak, her eyes wander toward my table and she catches the glimpse of the file. Her eyes narrow and she quickly approaches me and I have no time to get rid of it and she finds out about it. Her eyes widen as she sees the file and she looks at me with a very disgusted and disappointed expression. "You are searching on my background?" She tells me with a horrid look on her face and even though it is the truth, I couldn't help but fall in silence. I do not want to reply, but I cannot get mad at her as well like the way I get mad on the men. I know exactly, at this moment, if I lose my temper, it will only bring out the worst for both of us. "You are the worst!" She says as she slams the paper on the floor and before she can get out from the room, I stand up from my chair and I approach her, blocking her way to the door. "What the hell do you want?" She asks me, and it doesn't take my brain long enough to process everything and my body moves quicker than my brain does, and without thinking much, I grab her shoulder and presses my lips on her, and she struggles to get out from my grasp but then I pull away and look at her. "What did you just do?" She asks me with a shocked expression. "I don't know, but one thing for certain, I do not want to lose you." "What?" "Yeah, that's it, that is the feeling that has been building up inside of me. I will admit it now, I do not want to lose you, you are slowly changing me before I even know it, I don't want to lose you" I crash another kiss to her soft cherry lips and she doesn't know what to do as she freezes at her place. "I love you, Phoebe Rousseau."