Since I Found You
Something About Altea

After receiving a call from Vlad who ordered to find information about Altea Miller, Mykola immediately moved out of his comfortable study chair. “I'm out for a minute, Andrea. Whoever's looking for me, tell them to wait until I get back,” the message to the secretary, before the handsome man passes from there.

Mykola stepped gallantly out of the area of the office building. He walks to a famous boutique, where he met Altea last time, before taking him to Vlad's house. There, Mykola asked the boutique manager about any visitors who came on the date he met the young woman.

Mykola used his power as CEO of one of Germany's largest automotive companies, Vlad. Vlad himself, in addition to being a distributor of expensive drinks, he also has several businesses in the automotive and tourism sectors.

Mykola admired Vlad's business skills at a young age. Unfortunately, Vlad preferred to close himself, and leave all authority to him, after a heartbreaking incident that made the left leg of the master must be amputated.

“Sorry, Sir. Whatever your position, even if you are a prime minister, we can not show CCTV camera footage if it is not accompanied by a warrant from the police,” explained the female manager who looks very graceful. Mykola briefly read the small signboard embedded in the woman's blazer. Emma Sauer's.

“Gosh.” Mykola clucked in annoyance. “Miss Emma Sauer. Is that really your name?” Vlad's assistant trust was smiling calmly.

“Absolutely. That's my name, sir,” replied the blonde lady in a neat bun while nodding. He also smiled kindly to Mykola.

“I have her picture. Who knows you might recognize this young woman,” Mykola said. He pointed the phone screen at the boutique manager. Luckily, he had taken a photo of Altea when he was about to deliver the girl to Sieseby.

“I have never seen or known him. There are hundreds of visitors in this boutique that I can't possibly memorize one by one,” Emma said, shaking her head slowly.

Mykola was almost desperate when Emma said something. “Try asking Willy. He works at the cashier. Come, sir,” take him along while directing Mykola to the cashier's special table.

“Hei, Willy. Come here for a minute,” call Emma. He waved his hand as a gesture for the male employee to approach.

After greeting as necessary to the young man named Willie, Mykola immediately thrust a photo of Altea stored on his phone. Unlike Emma's previous expression of mediocrity when looking at a photo of Altea, the look of the young man named Willy suddenly pias.

“Do you know him?” ask Mykola suspiciously.

“Ti-no,” replied Willy nervously, which made Mykola even more convinced that the young man before him knew something.

“What time are you coming home from work?” ask the man with the dark iris of the eye.

“About three hours, Sir,” replied Willy in doubt.

“Hm.” Mykola nodded as she glanced at Emma who was still standing next to her. “Can I speak to Mr Willy for a moment? That too if you don't mind?” her door.

“Yes, of course, Sir. I'll have another cashier replace Willy's temporary duties. Excuse me." Emma nodded politely, then passed from before the two men.

“Now there is no one here. So, tell the truth,” Mykola whispered as she stepped closer and closer towards Willy.

“I don't understand what you mean, Sir,” said Willy while laughing softly. He seemed to be hiding a nervousness within himself.

“Really? Don't-don't, you also joined forces with Miss Altea to steal expensive clothes in this boutique,” Mykola said.

“Don't play around with me, Young man.” Mykola advanced slowly until his face was a few inches from Willy's face. “Sorot your eyes reveal a lot of meaning. I can catch it very well. Now explain honestly,” urged Mykola full of emphasis.

“Miss Altea Miller has stolen my expensive watch. I also caught him stealing clothes in this place. I think it's very strange because he can freely do as he pleases, in a place with this kind of security. It would not have happened if he did not have access in this luxury store. Someone who can help Miss Altea Miller launch the action.” Mykola smiled broadly, as Willy shook his head slowly. The face of the young man looked even more frightened.

“Honestly, then I will save you from being dishonorably fired,” persuaded Mykola while patting Willy's right shoulder.

Feeling no choice, Willy nodded while complaining softly. “I know if something like this will arrive. We will be known,” he said softly.

“So, right my guess. You guys worked together to steal something from here.” Mykola grinned widely.

“You're wrong! I didn't receive a dime from the action he did,” refuted Willy. “I feel sorry for him, because he is my friend. All this time, I just helped him make money for the meal fee,” the young man said in the end.

“Friends?” Mykola raised one eyebrow. “Are you guys dating?”

“Oh, no. Nah! He's not my girlfriend, because I already have a boyfriend,” Willy said. “We are really friends. He stays at my house once a week. My mom was even really happy when she came,”.

“Then, where does Miss Altea live?” ask Mykola.

“I swear. I don't know anything about it. We met in the summer two years ago, when Altea was busking in the town square. At that time, there were some thugs who wanted to seize the results of his hard work. Altea fought until battered. However, he managed to keep his money,” Willy said.

“I feel sorry, so take her home to help treat her injuries. I can't believe my mom likes it. From then on we were familiar and she stayed at home a lot. However, he never wanted to tell me about his origin. I also don't want to force,” Willy concluded.

“Hm, okay. When is your day off?”

Willy frowned in astonishment at the strange question from Mykola. “Tomorrow, Sir,” answered.

“Then, tomorrow I'll pick you up at your house. We're both going to Sieseby. Now give me your phone number,” pinta Mykola.

“What are we going there for?” Willy began to feel Mykola's strange and unpredictable attitude. He took a few steps back, trying to get away from the neatly-tuned man in front of him.

“Don't think of escaping, Willy. I've met Miss Sauer. I'll report to him about all your confessions." Mykola took out the left hand she had hidden in her pants pocket. Turns out, his left hand was grasping the illuminated phone. The phone was used to record his conversation with Willy.

Mykola laughed softly as he showed his mobile phone screen to the young man who worked as the cashier. “I've recorded your entire confession. If you refuse my request, I will make this as evidence to throw you in jail, on the charge of aiding a crime,” threatened him.

“Yes, geez. Altea fucking!” Willy snorted in annoyance while banging his forehead softly.

“I assume we have found a word of agreement. Name your phone number and home address. Tomorrow morning I'll pick up and ask your mother for permission. Remember, don't even think about running away from me, or you'll regret it for life.” Mykola threatened.