The God & The Shadow

Chapter 1

VERONICA

I hate cleaning. Paperwork scattered all over the desk, coffee spilled from the brown ceramic mug, the dead body that won't stop leaking blood — just what I wanted on a Friday night like this.

I sigh loudly whilst removing my blonde wig and taking off the non-prescription glasses that left red marks on my nose bridge due to the lack of nose pads.

Well, should I clean this? This was not necessarily my fault because Taryn, my boss, told me the asshole was faithful to his betrothed.

He was royally mistaken. Peter Erwin made a move on me the second he got the opportunity to, only for him to argue utter bullshit as to why I was the one in the wrong for rejecting and calling him out after.

I promised to leave him untouched, but I technically didn't touch him. The bullet from the gun — his gun— did.

So, in other words, I listened.

Looking at the clock to my left, I realized Francine, his fiancé, will be home in an hour. I slowly make my way over to his desk, eyeing the closed laptop at the center.

Opening it, I type in the password he drunkenly told me over drinks a few hours ago, then transferred the files I needed on to the flash drive I plugged in.

2% completed. Estimated time: 14 minutes.

Fuck. How big are these files? I really thought I'd be able to pull an I-wanted-to-get-the-package-to-you-immediately kind of thing on Tarrin to soften the blow of me not cleaning the messy room, but the asshole's won one last victory, even in death.

I step out of the room to scour the mansion for cleaning supplies. Peter cleared out his employees for the night, clearly thinking he was going to get laid tonight. Cheating bastard.

I open the door to the storage room, packed with what I needed. I started placing towels and chemicals in a basket when I heard the front door open.

She's home already? Her bachelorette party doesn't end until 2 am, according to the invitation that was given to me.

I closed the door and the light, trapping myself inside the room. She could easily check his office and I'd have to subdue her, which is too much work honestly.

Pressing my ear on the door, I start listening for any noises and indications of footsteps nearing the office just two rooms over from here.

I heard giggling and hushed whispers, inaudible from my location. Was she with someone or was she drunk? If she brought her friends over, I'd be burdened to take care of more possible witnesses. Perfect. Just perfect.

Silence followed afterwards. I heard nothing for a couple of minutes, until I heard kissing and moaning. Turns out both her and her dead fiancé had more in common than they thought.

I rolled my eyes then opened the door to see Francine kissing a man on her couch, completely distracted by their expedition to even acknowledge my presence.

However, the man pauses then looks up at me.

I'm going to fucking kill-