In the blink of an eye, a single tumultuous evening descends into a hazardous existence for Jasmin Montez, a 27-year-old divorce lawyer who prioritizes her professional pursuits above all else. With a steadfast commitment to cementing her standing a...
"Goodnight!" Some of my coworkers and staff passed my office tapping on my glass door notifying me with their goodbyes for the evening.
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Looking out into the dark, dimmed-light hall to make sure everyone was gone, I went to my Spotify tab playing my music on shuffle. Loud enough for me to hear it and anything else if need be. Removing my sweater and sitting it on the back of my chair, I dimmed the lamp in the corner of my office.
Finishing the last of the contract I was drawing up for a new client when my mind wandered off to Ace. He's opened up to me so much more in the last week but not too much. Whenever he talks about something close to his childhood or personal life it's like he remembers something and shuts down. His face gets so cold then he just brushes it off. Whatever it is I was engrossed to figure it out. That's the lawyer in me. Of course, I'm still curious about his reasoning for having a missing person's phone regardless I was anticipating finding out why.
I knew getting any deeper with Ace would only cause me heartache and maybe even some danger. You know what they say, "If you go looking for something you'll find it.". Was I looking for something or was the answer actually in my face? I was so intrigued by this man that walking away with unanswered questions wasn't an alternative.
My phone rang with Ace's name across my screen. Biting the inside of my cheek, I debated on answering the call. I sighed before silencing it and going to google. Fuck, I didn't know Ace's last name.
I did know he was from Memphis. It came up in a conversation one day when I was observing his tattoos. I typed in the minimum information I knew and typed it into the background engine I had access to. A long list of "Ace's" in Memphis popped up from my search but none of the identifications looked to be his.
"Shit," I muttered. Once again my phone rang notifying me I had a text message. To no surprise, it was Ace telling me that he misses me. Responding with I was at work before turning my attention back to the computer screen.
Clearly Ace isn't his name. I went to a special access engine typing in the same information but still nothing. There's something not right about all this shit. I mean it's possible he doesn't have a record but this would be so much easier if I knew more information about this man.
I typed and scrolled away on my laptop trying to find any bit of information I could before hearing noises in the dark open space of the office where the other offices stood. I stood up, peeking my head out the door and no one was there just the light illuminating from my office out into the dark hallway and the red exit sign glooming in its red ambiance.
"Hmm," I shrugged walking back over to my desk. I remembered this trick a professor of mine once showed my class in college. I went to google images and emailed myself the pic I snuck and took of Ace when he was in my bedroom one day. It was a breathtaking picture too. He only had on boxers and just kept staring at me while getting dressed one night. His grills feed through as he gave me this intensified smirk.
