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chapter one / new kids on the block
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"UNDERSTOOD?" Robin said, his pen tapping against the notepad swiftly. I looked back down at the paper in front of me. I flipped through the pages distractedly. My head pilled over with thoughts from last night. And the last thing I want to do is fill out paperwork. Lips stained with red wine and greasy popcorn; I lick them subconsciously. Robin is still awaiting a response from me, and I reread the contract in front of me.
"Ms. Mitchell, I think you understand the severity of your actions. Correct?" He asks, once again. His tone makes me seem like the child I am not. It makes me want to scream, but I decide a smile is best instead. "Yes, I understand. It won't happen again, promise." I replied.
Robin's eyes are downcast to the contract, his jaw hardened. "Don't make promises. Sign the contract."
The clicking of my pen made him nervous. I continued the simple action mercilessly. He shuffled the papers back to me, his chubby hands almost meeting mine. I snatched the contract away, signing my name hastily. I had read through the pages a thousand times before signing. I was aware I was continuing to throw my life away: my hard-earned career. I was giving it all to Fisk without another word. It made me want to vomit. He could take away my passion, my soul, and my career—Whatever money could buy him.
Robin nodded curtly. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I stood. He followed my action, straightening his tie. He looked like a child playing dress-up. He wasn't knee-dip in Fisk's bullshit; not like I was. Not yet. For now, he was Fisk's mail boy. And I don't think he minded it.
I handed him the signed document. Robin took it and his mouth opened to dismiss me, but I had him beat. "Well, I think we are, done here?"
He looked taken aback by her forceful tone. "Yes. I believe we are." He replied, but he couldn't quite keep down the quiver in his voice. I nodded, picking up my bags as I walked through the precinct's glass doors.
I scanned the hallway in front of me, trying to find the safest exit. I didn't need people knowing I took unprovoked trips to the Police Office. Plus, I had already missed half of my scheduled meeting. I prayed that Haley had taken cover for me. The dim red light of the exit sign shined across my face. I breathed a sigh of relief as I opened the metal door.
