Heartless

8

It's February. It has been almost a month since I killed my assistant. What cherishing moments. I've had a few constant wonderings from workers of where Judy may be, and at first, it was entertaining but it soon became infuriating and tiresome. In the end, I did tell Brea and she didn't seem that bothered about it.

"You killed her?" she said, surprised at the news I loosely announced.

"Well, she was trying to murder me in the first place so I don't think I should be explaining myself." I sat down on the armchair, exhausted after constant questioning about her.

"Oh," Brea said, "Oh!" She said again but in a much content way.

Her face didn't seem to show one teeny bit of sadness, which was understandable since she hated her guts. So Judy no longer being here was good news. Ever since that day, she seemed a lot more at ease and loose when it came to roaming around the halls, knowing she wouldn't come across her.

The situation didn't have much effect on me. Although the wound left a scar on my waist, not much has changed. Other than that, Phoenix hadn't called me after a very awkward car ride. I still recall the tension that grew in the air every time we glanced at each other. The sound of the leaves crinkling underneath our breaths and whistling wind blowing against the window. I was still don't unsure of what had happened that day which made it so dreadful.

I spent most of my days staring at the phone, waiting for any sign. A part of me was eager to talk to him and I have no idea why. This rushing sense that shot through my heart came every time the phone on my bureau rang. But then, they were only boring death threats that piled up and they weren't much fun like they used to be. Something in me didn't feel right.

After a long time of staring at the phone, doubting if I should make the first move or not, he called.

The loud ringing had surprised me when I sat near the window, devouring my book. At this point, I didn't run and shoved people away from the phone so I could get the chance to answer it. I strolled along the short hallway that led to my office. The phone was still ringing and no one had picked it up; which after constant warnings of never touching the phone, made sense.

I picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi," a low voice let out. It felt like my heart had dropped the first I heard that voice that lingered throughout me. I knew who this was and I didn't feel okay. Why did it have to be today?

I slowly brought up the phone after having just shoved it away from me in shock. "Hi," I repeated. It was the only thing that came up.

"Hi," he said again. Everything was silent. Only our whispered breaths could be heard.

"I didn't expect for you to call," I said, dreading this entire conversation. My stomach gurgled in nervousness and possibly excitement. I was still confused at these emotions that made me shiver.

"I was busy." His voice let out a low and lustful sound that made me have goosebumps. "Would you like to –," he stopped, "would you like to have tea with me tomorrow?"

I felt like time halted. I don't know what got over me but this rush of excitement shot across my face. "I would like to," I said with a grin splattered upon my wrinkled cheeks.

"I'll see you at 4." He said and hung up, leaving me alone on the line, too nervous to comprehend what had just happened. Did I just agree to go on a possible afternoon date with Phoenix?

"Ah, fancy seeing you here," he stood up from the thin chair on the terrace of an empty café. He looked somewhat decent. His hair was held upwards except for a small strand that touched the tip of his eyelashes. He was tall, especially in the turtleneck underneath a black crow suit.