The mafia hunt.

10|That's How People Get Killed

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Nova

10|That's How People Get Killed

I was hoping that my one would be distracted today. I was hoping that with everything I have to do, that I wouldn't even think about the growing human inside me. It's weird to think that I may have a small, chubby child crawling around and throwing up on me. That's if I decide to keep it, which I'm not sure about. I'll admit, I have thought about an abortion.

Because, yes, I could give it all the toys in the world, I could financially provide for them, have a roof over their head, and give them the safest cot or pram...but would I be able to give myself to it? Would I mentally be there for them? I'm not sure. I don't want to bring a child into this world if there's the slightest chance that I may neglect them in some way.

Thankfully, I'm pulled out of my thoughts by a roar of thunder, a flash lighting up my gloomy apartment. I woke up this morning to horrible weather, I'm just hoping it won't last all day. Knowing British weather, you can never know. The click of the kettle goes off and I make myself some warm tea, the steam warming my cold nose and lips.

I click on a small light, picking up the mountain of posts on my table. I rip them open, bills, and some junk post. However, one envelope caught my eye. A brown one. It's never good if it's brown. I squint in confusion at the company on the front of it.

prospective corp.

I rip it open and unfold the white paper, questions running through my head. Once I begin to read the letter, I feel my heart drop and anxiety over washing me.

Dear miss Quinn

This letter is to inform you of the upcoming meeting concerning a Grayson Blackwell will. The mention has requested you to attend and others. Please arrive at 54 Abington street, where the reception will further guide you. Identification is needed, please do not forget it. We offer our condolences.

Sincerely,
Prospective corp

I swallow and place the letter back on the table. I take a deep breath and decide to not let myself get worked up over this. So I ignore the pain in my heart and finish my tea just as a knock on my door halts me. I quickly finish the last sip and make my way to the door. Opening it I come face to chest with a suited man. He looks down  at me with a stern look and I too look at him with a guarded look.

"Can I help you?" I ask, squaring my shoulders.

"Quinn?" I nod my head once. "Mr. Arnoult has requested me to escort you to today's meeting." He holds his hands in front of him, his posture rigid.

"I'm sorry? What meeting?" I rack my brain trying to remember if I had any upcoming meetings.

"It's last-minute but one Mr. Arnoult insisted you appear in." I run my eyes over him, assessing how much of a danger he could be. Once I'm confident he's not a threat, I step back and allow him to come in. He stares at me impassively, his broad build not moving.

"Okay. I need to get ready. Can you wait?" I ask.

"Of course." I nod my head and walk into my bedroom. I close the door behind me and pick up a pair of black jeans, sliding on a burgundy turtle neck and zipping up my beck heeled boots. I quickly throw my mess of hair up into a low ponytail. I walk back out into the front room and see the guy still standing in the same place I left him.