***The next morning****Racheal glanced at her weary, sleep-deprived eyes from the mirror and a sigh evaded her lips. She applied mascara on its lashes, followed by a lipstick that ran smoothly on her thin lips, smacking it together to get the product evenly distributed. She took one final look at the red pan suit, taking a twirl to have a view of every angle of the clothing.Rachael finally yanked her bag from her bed and walked elegantly to the sitting room. She kissed her mother's cheeks slightly. "I made your favorite" she announced which induced her mother to beam. "Ok I'm off now," Rachael said abruptly. **Fast forward**Rachael took apprehensive strides through the foyer of the office with people hurling glances at her from their glass doors. This was more arduous than she thought. The charges being taken down didn't do anything because their eyes held a lot of Judgement as they bore holes into her clothes.She got to her boss's office, took deep breaths before knocking on th
For the first time, Xavier opened the veil of his curtain, permitting the morning sun to penetrate through the tempered glass. It was something he never considered doing. This was the same room he intended on killing himself, but he didn't and that was all thanks to Rachael. She made him feel more different than he had been yesterday. He was just a walking corpse, waiting for the right time to give death the chance to have a grasp on him. Now he felt more alive with subtle solace, streaming in his veins. One question lingered in his mind and that was how she did it.A knock was heard on the door, diverting him from his thoughts. "Boss" Peter's voice was heard behind the door. He got in when Xavier muttered a quick response."Boss, Cecelia is here to see you" he announced and watched Xavier's eyebrows furrow in annoyance. "Don't let her in""But. ..." Peter tried speaking, but a lady's voice cut him off. Xavier shook his head, sighing in frustration."Why wouldn't he let me in?" her s
*******Rachael held the phone to her ear while she tried to chew the freshly baked buns, trying to curb them from scorching her tongue."Hello Rachael" she heard the voice and froze momentarily. She brought the phone down to look at the number on the screen."Xavier?" She blurted, alarmed. "How did you get this number?" "The same way I tracked you down effortlessly," he asserted, placing forth the obvious.If he could track her in less than 3 hours, getting her number was a lesser walkover."What is it?" She inquired, crouching on the handle of her sofa."I heard you have been having difficulties finding a job" he uttered, calmly. Rachael was astounded by his right inference. "How did you know?" she asked, looking around her house to detect if there was any CCTV camera installed to watch her every move. Probably he had them fixed when she was away. When she found none, her mind relaxed a bit."Can we meet?" he said and Rachael didn't let his dismissal of her questions go by."How t
"Hardy Collin died and we are just going to drop the case like that?"Silvia asked bewilder at the absurdity of the situation.Mark's hand left the bookshelf he had earlier been rummaging in and turned to look at her. "His brother dropped the case. There is no more we can do. Why are you so interested in this case?""Isn't it crazy Mark? Don't you want to find out more?""Not everyone is as inquisitive as you Silvia""This is a criminal case. It can't be dropped all of sudden. It is against the law and you know it. God, you are the DCI. You are supposed to know this" Mark's countenance altered into a grimace as he stood with hands akimbo. "And you shouldn't talk to your DCI like that. Look, some things are beyond me, Silvia. I can't carry on. He is very powerful in the state and has the higher-ups around at his finger. I am just a DCI and I do have not much power. Now" he pointed his index finger at her. "this case was dropped because of lack of evidence. That's exactly what you'll fi
"come with me" Donald, the old man from the other day said to her. She gave him a slight nod and he left to call Xavier.Rachael while seated, joined her sweaty shaky hands together to help with the apprehension she acquired the moment she trudged into his house. This was the third time she was here but still didn't change the nervousness that frequently emerged. Her hands instantaneously adjusted her hair, tucking it behind her ear and also her black dress.The sound of footsteps from the stairs, halted her actions as she sat up, waiting for him to show up. He came into view, dressed in a blue tuxedo and red bow. Rachael was stunned. The first reason for her reaction was how insanely attractive he looked. Everything about him emitted perfection_ the way he walked, even his aura. The second reason was how overly dressed he was for a meeting with her. Probably he wasn't ready for "therapy" today and was going somewhere instead. "I didn't expect you to show up so early" his voice echoe
********"come in" Anthony heard a hesitant reply from the house after ringing the doorbell for over 2 minutes. He opened the door and stepped in. Jerry sat on the couch of the sitting room and as if he knew he was Anthony, he didn't budge.Anthony settled at his side while Jerry kept his eyes transfixed on the television. "Why do we have to work for him" he spoke softly, still not looking at Anthony."We can't leave, we took an oat" Anthony reminded him.Jerry sighed in exasperation. "I fucking know" Anthony brushed Jerry's blonde hair off to access his injury. "You didn't tend to them?""Does it matter?""Yes it does""Since you could stand there and do nothing, it just proves it doesn't matter at all" Jerry voiced out angrily. This time he looked at him with irritation and annoyance visible in his eyes. "Richard can be crazy, but you should have done something""I did something. He is the boss, you don't expect me to fight him?" "Certainly" he scoffed as he tore his eyes off Ant
The stares Rachael got from the people of the restaurant made her slightly uncomfortable. She had thought she was already used to it, but that was a lie. The stares still made her feel like a reject. it had been so long since she ate out because of the persistent stare. Either out of curiosity or resentment. of course, she was the woman who killed the famous Hardy.If Andrew hadn't insisted they met at a restaurant, she wouldn't be here. She occasionally bent her wrist to check the time at the same time, tapping incessantly on the table nervously.The waitress's voice behind her made her jolt in fear due to how distracted she was. Bringing her hand to her chest, she gave off a fake smile. At least the black-haired waitress didn't have a judgemental look on her face. "Is there. Something you'll like to order ma'am" the young girl said in the most polite tone. It threw Rachael off. She hadn't remembered the last time she was treated so kindly by a stranger after the whole incident."Oh
"At bloody Xavier's house. I work for him" she blurted out and Andrew looked at her in skepticism."You work for Xavier Collin?" he asked to confirm the terms."Yes I do""That's insane. What's the nature of the job?""I'm his uhm" she bit her lips not knowing the best way to say it. "I'm his therapist" she blurted out. The look on Andrews's face said it all."You are his what? Rachael, you are not a therapist""Well I told him that, but he insisted on me counseling him. According to him, he saw hope in him""You fucking killed...." He was about to complete the statement but stopped midway. "You were accused of killing his brother" "I know right? This was all crazy. The way he even knew I was looking for a Job and offered me a job out of nowhere""Wow," Andrew exclaimed. "You are very lucky. While your seat on a comfy chair,I get to run around the whole fucking place to please my irritable boss""I thought he went on a vacation""He did, but he's back now. His supposed partners cut o