~April 10th, 1996~ 8:50 am
Janet ans Aaron made it to her office, and Sofia was happy to dee her with someone.
"So, where did you fond him?" she asked.
"It's not like that ok?" she laughed, grabbing a cup of coffe.
"Sure it isn't," she rolled her eyes, and went back to her desk.
"So, when are we leaving?" Aaron asked.
"At around 9:30. She should be home," she said. She typed on her computer and finished up some extra paper work.
"So what will you do for the next hour or so?"
"Normally, I would have a case load, but surprisingly; I don't have anything to do. I could have eaten breakfast today," she pouted. Aaron smiled, and looked deeply at her.
"How about we go get something? We have time," he said.
"Alright, that works for me. There's a diner a few buildings down from here, so we can walk," she smiled standing up, and grabbed her purse. Aaron opened her door, and both head towards the elevator.
"Have fun," said Sofia
"Oh hush," Janet said while the doors closed. They stood in silence as the music played softly in the background.
"So...how long have you been a CPS agent?"
"Um...I started when I was 21, I'm 30 now,"
"9 years. That's cool, you're still fresh at it,"
"Yeah, btu everyone considers me one of the best. I don't know why, I just try my best for the sake of the children. They deserve better than what their parents give them," she said as they walked out through the glass doors. The spring breeze refreshing on her tender skin. Aaron looked at her as the soft wind blew her hair gently back. The small curls flew like feathers swaying. He couldn't help but to stare at her. Her milk choclate skin with a hint of caramel, smooth and glowing. Her deep brown eyes as clear as the day was. Her outfit defined her curves stunningly. Black dress pants with a frilled white top, her small 3 1/2 inch heels covvered by the flared out pant legs. They continued on.
"How long have you been working with Michael?" she asked.
"10 years,"
"Since you were 19? You started kind of young,"
"He took me in. My father was a drunk. He killed my mom, and tried to kill me. I managed to get away before her pulled the trigger on himself. Michael found me out on the street, and took care of me. I was 6 at the time,"
"Wow. He's practically been like a father to you,"
"More like an older brother," they reached the dinner. Old school, with a red roof, with the words "Village Inn," in bold black-italic letters on a yellow background. He opened the door for her, and both were greeted by a red haired girl, around 18, smiling.
"Welcome to Village Inn. Table for two?" Janet nodded and followed her to a booth at the edge of the room. She handed them thier menues, and went away. They looked over them.
"What are you getting?"she asked. He looked into her eyes as she just smiled, with her mouth and eyes. Her white pearly teeth shined, her lips, had light lip gloss.
"Steak, egg, and cheese omelete," he answered.
"And you?" she looked down a moment and thought.
"I don't know. Maybe pancakes with bacon, eggs, and hash browns," soon a male waiter came over with a bright smile.
"Can I get you anything to drink?"
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Jackson Mafia #Wattys2016
Mystery / ThrillerWhat if Michael Jackson had a totally different job than the music industry....what if he were the leader of his whole mob empire. Follow him as he tries to find out who had caused his sister to be put in a near death situation, ad also who set him...
