Old Money Madness

18. Little Lucy Lady

Today we were headed to the office of Knight's Nits. Located a few miles out of town and closer to the city. Dox had us ride the metro in and drop us off only one block away. 

The city was electric. With skyscrapers that were puncturing the atmosphere and the hum of voices all around us, it more resembled an organism. 

"Riv stay close to me." Dox put his hand on my back while drawing my body closer to his. "I don't want you going anywhere." 

A smile crept its way onto my face as I laid my head against his shoulder as we walked into a 27 story glass building. There was a bronze sign at the entrance with the company's logo on it and the phone number on it. 

We walked in to be greater with a thin woman with tight red curls. Her icy eyes found Dox while she flashed all her teeth at him. Once she noticed me, her smile fell into a scowl. 

This woman and Sally would really hit it off. Both look malnourished and reek of desperation and sexual frustration. 

I wonder how rude she is going to be. My little game with Sally is getting old, this should be fun. 

"Maddox Quinn, I'm with the police, Station 31. I need to go up to Mrs. Knight's office to ask a few questions." 

"Uh, yeah, totally. I'll buzz you,"  She narrowed a glare to me before looking back at Dox, "up right away. Miss, you may have a seat over there."

No smile for me, shame. 

"You don't know who I am do you?" I smirked leaning forward. 

"Should I?" She sneered. 

"The names River Knight. You know the heir of the Knight fortune and your boss." I smiled watching the fear creep up from her throat to her eyes. 

"I'm so sorry-" 

"Have you been reading the papers?" 

"Yes, Miss." 

"So you've been reading what they're saying about me. About my temper, my psychotic mannerisms, and my past." 

"Yes, Miss." 

"It's true. Each gory detail." I winked 

"That you killed your parents?"

"Honey I can't tell you everything, just keep your eyes on the paper, and watch your tone. Wouldn't want me to snap." I slapped the desk with my hand while I dragged Dox into the opening elevator. 

"You just can't help but toy with people." He sighed pulling out his pen. "It's a shame I never caught her name." 

"It's different when you're rich." I started. 

"How do you figure?" 

"For all us rich bastards, we have no monetary limit, so we look to other aspects of our lives to fuck up. When your rich, you test your social boundaries and push the limits of human interactions, because it's all a game to us." 

"You're clumping yourself in with those rich bastards?" He laughed turning to face me. 

"Yes, that's why I toy with people. Money holds no fun for me anymore, only tormenting and mental games spark joy. It's pathetic." 

"River there are a lot of words I'd used to describe you, but pathetic isn't one of them." 

"You're not a game to me Dox. Many people are, but never you." I smiled as the doors opened. 

This floor was unlike the first one. This one screamed old money. From the mahogany walls to the tanned marble floors it was the picture of stuck up. Painted portraits of Nicolette, pregnant and not, hung all over the walls along with paintings of Knight Mansion and my siblings.