𝖡𝖤𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖸𝖠𝖫 𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 #1
She pressed the knife deeper to my throat. I could feel the sting and blood beginning to trickle down my neck.
"I gave you a chance to leave and never come back, why didn't you take it?"
I looked into those deep gre...
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ARES RUSSO
I look through the last paperwork for the day and sign at the bottom of the page. Luigi has to stamp these and they'll be all mailed back.
Everyone in the staff area knows about Frank's history and little whispers are traveling through the room. I decide for a staff meeting because even though he was a bad person and did horrific things, speaking ill of the dead is not acceptable.
"Everyones gathered up." Luigi pops his head in and I nod at him. I take my glasses off and massage my temple before walking out of our office.
I walk to the lobby were the different employees are either sitting down or standing up, each talking to each other. Probably about Frank.
"Good evening to you all."
They all murmur a response back.
"The recent scandal that has taken over everyone's tabloids is the murder of our fellow employee, Frank Hughes. We all trusted Frank and believed in his character mask. I'm glad that this information has been bought upfront and justice for those little girls will be given. However, I do not accept the unnecessary ill speaking of Frank. He is a bad person and all of us are aware of that. But speaking ill of the deceased will not be tolerated here in my building. Are we clear?"
"Yes, sir." They all murmur and I glance my watch for a second.
"You are all dismissed." They all disperse to their cubicles and carry on with their work.
I carry on with my own and when Luigi and I are done with the paperwork, we go out for a walk in the park.
To stretch our legs before grabbing a bite from this food truck parked right outside the park entrance.
"I have to tell you something but you cannot repeat what I say in any way, shape or form." I warn slightly and he nods his head. "I met her again."
"Figured, that's why your shirt smelt like a woman's perfume."
"Where the fuck did you get my shirt?" I chuckle and he chuckles too.
"I do the laundry, did you forget?" He muses. "Plus," he inhales, "the fucking smile on your face says there's more to it." He exhales and I shake my head slowly and take a chip from the bowl we are sharing.
"At the club, I saw her first and we hooked up." I shrug my one shoulder.
"Oh shit," he chuckles with his fisted hand infront of his mouth, "what the fuck? Was it good?"
