VEE BETA ( Book1 of the BETA Series)

CHAPTER 2

 He took me to Kingsley's, a quirky little cafe on 56th Avenue. They had a jazz band that was pretty good at doing covers of works poularized by famous musicians, and there was a library tucked away upstairs. Their coffee was amazing. I inhaled the warm fragrance as if I was a crack addict admiring her crack.  Henry watched in amusement as the waitress arrived with my third cup of coffee. I watched, embarassed for her, as she tried to capture Henry's attention again. She failed. Poor girl. 

    "What's the matter with you?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee. "When a girl flirts with you,  you flirt back."  

    He ignored me and continued to flip through the Hardy Boys novel he had borrowed. I hated him sometimes , and I was beginning to think  he was bipolar.

     "We had sex," Henry mumbled. "While you were in the bathroom." 

     "What!? That's disgusting! I was in there for less than ten minutes!"

      "What's your point?" he shrugged.

     I looked up to see the same waitress headed towards us. She handed us the bill and gave Henry one last pleading look. Oh yeah, I saw it. It was obvious. She had that 'freshly fucked and tossed aside' look. It was quite depressing, actually.  

    "Rule number 107-" 

     "There is no rule 107," Henry interrupted.

     "There is now smart ass," I grinned. "Rule number 107. We do not have sex with the people who serve us our food. Got it?" 

     "Consider it gotten," he winked.  I was about to say something insulting, but his phone rang. 

     "Talk to me," he answered.  "Yeah...okay...I'm on it."

     "Get up," he ordered. 

     "Excuse me?" I argued, believeing that he must have forgotten who he was talking to. 

    Henry yanked me by the arm  proceeded to drag me out the door in seconds. 

    "Henry! What the fuck!?"

     "Just shut up," he demanded.

     I placed my hand on my chest, defensively. What a rude ass motherfucker. He should have been able to realize by then that I could kick his ass right there on the pavement. I continued to fight, and Henry was forced to lock my arms behind my back. In front of us,the door of a silver Honda swung open, and I was pushed inside. I was trapped. 

    "Henry!? Open this God damn door!" 

     "Must you be so hostile?" a cold voice asked, rhetorically of course.  The femine voice was automated and all too familiar. Fuck me to hell! The Bitch had gone mobile. 

     "You fucking bitch!" My anger was aimed towards the car radio: the projector of all evil.

     "You told Henry to kidnap me."

      "Henry's obedient, unlike you," The Bitch replied. "You think I didn't know you purposely let Michelson get away?" 

     "The FBI agents were closer," I debated,  "I thought pursuing him would cause... conflicts." 

     "Save your excuses for someone who cares, Vee."  

    Or something, I thought. 

     "I'm giving you and Henry another job. A job you're not getting paid for..."

      "For the last time ," I interrupted,  "I don't do free jobs."  

    "Tough."  

    "Alright, you listen here! I've fucking had it with this thing.  Stop acting like you're my boss. You're not my boss. You're my boss's automated secretary; someone so afraid of the outside world that she had to stuff herself inside a computer."