Who Am I: The Perfect Sister

By Pierre Foreign

Ayumi has a great adotive mother, A girlfriend who loves her, and a lucrative business. Everything is going as planned, until she learned of her sister murder. She dropped everything to hunt her down. However, she has no idea the World she walks into.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Apr 11, 2017
• ISBN: 9783743806900

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Chapter I

If there was one day that Ayumi hated, no one knew it, because she was always in the office every single day of the week, in the seven there was. Not that you would know because she would not move hard enough to reveal her sinister presence in the building, let alone in her lovely office. Lovely office, for a starter, the vivid decoration was not her taste. Red, red rose, and yellow; a four-wall glass office with the possibility of looking through them, and examining the rests of the workers. The crystal door was on the left side of the front wall, the black desk squared from the door to the other side of the wall to the right, curved down to the left side onto the back wall. Her long buffy chair was in the middle, and she was moving back and forth, doing what she did best, assuring people of their most dreamy wedding desires.

Yes….I know….do not worry…we are on it. Well, you can always change your designs for the wedding place and hour. That won't have much effect if we place the decorations earlier than the specific day….Of course not…if you change your mind, give me another call, and we will sit to take care of it, right away. She hung up the phone and returned to her previous task. People tend to feel relieved after such long conversation with an undecided customer. Ayumi was the difference. She did not have to breathe, she was doing it while she accomplished her work on schedule, and her orders on time.

Most wedding planner business should have a bridal shop next to it, or a bridal sponsor to assure the bride of a wedding dress, in the case of emergency. Kimmy Wedding Planner did not depend on a bridal shop or sponsor to grow up their business. Their unwavering services spoke for themselves, and their fortunate reputation spread like dust leaving behind by the iron train of charcoal. A lot of customers preferred them over others. Simple, she did not care who walked into her business. She only cared for their demands and their satisfaction. The Chinese visited her a lot, and she had learned much from their culture. She had the files about every culture and every citizen in or out of the country. Besides she loved her self-employment, it was not a chance for her to sit back and enjoy life. She worked hard as much as everyone else.

We have Mr. Moto on line 2. He is asking for you. He seems in a good mood. Cassie knocked at her door, and she signed her to enter before she told her the reason.

Mr. Moto, it is nice to hear your voice. What can I do for you? She picked up the phone and Cassie walked out the office with enthusiasm to continue her devoted work.

Hello Ms. Ayumi, I am sure you remember me. I call today for my daughter. She has the plan for marriage in one month, and I want you to take care of the decorations and everything. His thick voice projected confidence, and his decision was unnegotiable.

Of course, we will provide our service the moment you desire. Your daughter will remember her wedding for many days to come. Ayumi assured him in the phone while keeping her eyes on the plan she had in the month coming.

Of course, I sent something over to thank you for my wedding. My wife thought it might bring memories for you. She appreciated her friendship with your sister. Greet her for us. Mr. Moto confessed to her.

Without fail, I will and thanks again for thinking of us. She dropped the phone down without some much a peek, and returned to her respective task.

Morning, afternoon, and evening did not have much difference for Ayumi either. However, the visit of the two inspectors in the afternoon, around 3:00 PM, was big to miss and to ignore. She did not see them coming, because she had important schedules to prepare, order to place, and confirmation to do other than watching through her office glasses. Cassie knocked, and she waved her open hand to let her in. She pulled the crystal door and let the officers had the pleasure of meeting the harshest woman they would never meet.

Hello, ma'am, can we talk for a moment? The simple voice meant less to her, but she could guess the man who talked was no less than in his twenties.

Keep talking, I have much to do. Ayumi kept putting her work together and getting her folders in the right place over the shafts she had in the back wall of the office.

Did you have any employee named Sissi Vella? A mature voice took over this time, and Ayumi glanced at them once, before returning to her desk. Her simple glance was brief but enough to tell her much. A 25 years-old young man who just joined the detective section at the Police department. Uncomfortable with his black tie under the blue costume he was wearing, a fit trouser to move freely, and a pair of loathers. New generation, they did not have much taste for fashion. A 40 years-old mature detective with officer background, and experiences with criminals who could not care less if Ayumi looked at him as long as she answered his questions. The gray color was their signature, and the black, clean pair of shoes revealed their old timers preference.

No. Who are you? Ayumi replied with no tone and a quick answer.

I am detective Mick and this detective Deluxe. We are here to tell you that the woman in that photo who worked here for some times was found dead or to be precise calcified.  She was burned alive. Mick held the photo and Ayumi this time turned her round head in their direction to identify the victim.

Yes, I know what it means, and no, I do not know her. Ayumi’s eyes did not stay on the pictures as she intended to finish her work for the day. Mick did not believe in emotionless people, he was not going to take the avoided glimpse from her. She was human, and all human had emotions. She was no exception.

"I insist you look at it again. It is important. We saw her in the pictures on the board when we came out the elevator. Would