met-a-noia

Chapter 7

Amira's POV:

Mrs.Hevigreen , a kind lady I met on streets of Sussex after an interview with the head of Sussex police pulled all of us inside her beautiful house. Tarian's eyes were on her the entire time, her hand on her back as they walked inside. We all sat down, but Tarian leaned against the doorway that lead to a makeshift office.

My eyes fell on her and I couldnt help but think about how good she looked . Her

Wow, she looks really good in a suit. BUT THATS NOT THE SITUATION AT HAND! Focus Amira, Focus. I cleared my throat to ask something before Mrs. Hevigreen interrupted me and asked, "Well.. Tarian how do you know Amira?". Tarian looks at me and then back at the older woman and says, "Auntie.. shes a journalist. I met her on the way to the library".

My eyes widened once again as I exclaimed, "Auntie? Wait, Mrs. Hevigreen is Tarian your niece?". Mrs.Hevigreen nodded and said, "Yes, and I already told you to stop calling me Mrs.Hevigreen for god's sake! Its Cynthia to you, sweetheart". I smiled at Mrs.Siles- I mean Cynthia and opened my mouth to say something only for Tarian to interrupt me, leaning off the door way saying, "Auntie, is it really appropriate for you to have guests over? What did Joley say about having her over?"

"Joley? Oh! that gormless minger can go piss off, in all truth. She kept me locked up like a bloody prisoner! As if I deserved to be locked up like that, HA! She was trying to take advantage of me! That cursed slag!", Cynthia huffed out, visibily upset by the mention of who I presume to be her caretaker. I looked at Tarian who looked absolutely gobsmacked as she sighed, closing her eyes before she said in a patient voice,  "Auntie.. please do not tell me you fired Joley.."

"damn well I did!"

"Why?! She was one of the bloody best, she took good care of you, she made sure to give you your medications on time, she cooked dor you, cleaned, washed, she was responsible, and  she knew her onions"

"I dont care!", Cynthia growled, standing up and headed for the backyard, her steps heavy and angry. I looked at Tarian, only for her to rub her palm against her eye, shake her head and say in a near whisper, "I apologize but I have to talk to my aunt". I nodded in understanding, watching as Tarian  followed behind her, grabbing her arm to halt her as she said in a gentle, yet scolding voice, " Auntie, you cant just fire someone because they were doing their job. The doctor said it could be potentially dangerous for you to go outside, she was merely following Doctor James' and I's orders".

I looked back at the man from before, the man that stood by Tarian's side when she had first walked in. He was a tall man, his hair was slicked back neatly, he wore a distinguished black suit with a red tie and he seemed to only be in his late twenties to early thirties. I can only imagine that this is the Ronaldo that she described from yesterday night. Although we were, well I was, extremely buzzed I could still remember things here and there. Building off how elegant yet intimidating the man looks, he could be her body guard which is why I also presume hes Ronaldo.