An Inconvenient Attachment

Chapter 2 (Him)

He walked through the crowd like a sharp air blowing in the chilly weather. Seemingly aimless, but strong enough to keep people away from him. And just like the wind, he breezed through the paparazzi, weaving between the insensitive fools and reaching the safety of his office. 

As the door slammed behind him, the shouts and flashes disappeared completely as if he had entered another world.
A world that was quiet save the few murmurs, and a world where no one dared to question him.
A place that provided him with the solitude he needed. 

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Leon's POV: 

I could feel their burning stare on my back, most probably filled with shock that I had come to office even today. I mean, you don't usually see people going to work the day after their sister was killed.

"Sir, your schedule was practically, well empty today." Some guy commented, walking behind me.

"Did I ask?" I retorted. Why the hell do people think I want to talk to them? Absolutely not, just leave me alone for fuck's sake.

"Uhh sir but I am your assistant and I-" That donkey is still babbling. Oh god.

"Do you know why you were hired?" I interrupted, stopping in front of the elevator.

"Because sir, I have the potential needed for the position and-"

"Because I fired the last one. Now, I really don't want to go through the hassle of hiring someone again, so keep your fucking mouth shut." With that, I walked in and pressed the button of the top floor.

Without sparing anything  a glance, i stormed into my office.  People were the one reason I hated coming to my building, they annoyed me to such an extent that I felt I was loosing my IQ by talking to them.

But forgetting all that (and focusing my remaining braincells on the task), I sat down to examine the police report that sat on my desk as I had...demanded.

I knew what I was going to find even before I opened the file. Alcohol content in the body, her fingerprints on the steering wheel, and a photograph captured by the traffic camera that showed her face behind the wheel. 

It was exactly what they had told me yesterday. And exactly what I had refused to believe. The autopsy showed that she had died by the wounds caused by the glass pieces in her head. Her leg had gotten stuck and twisted, breaking when the car had flipped. 

But many things didn't make sense to me. One, she never drank. Never. And no, not even on very rough days. She never would. I had enough belief in her to firmly stand by it. 

Two, the alcohol content wasn't that much for her to loose control of the car to such an extent. And she was a heavy drinker. She had driven her drunk self back a lot of times, and whenever she would drive intoxicated, she would not go over 40km/hr. 

Yeah, none of these reasons would be able to classify it as a murder, but the accident....it just didn't feel like her. Something felt very wrong. And that kept me from mourning. I couldn't cry over her until I knew the truth, it didn't feel right. It felt like I was giving up on her.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the knock on my door.

"Mr. Hughes, are you there?" Came a voice I didn't recognize. Which wasn't very new because I hardly knew anyone around here. 

"What do you want?" I sternly asked.

"Mr. Blake is here to meet you." Continued the voice. Ah, finally. Maybe I would get a long awaited positive news. (AN; Yall thought they would finally meet? Ha)

"Send him in." The door opened, and a bald man entered with a briefcase in hand.

Detective Blake. 

"Mr. Blake, a pleasure to meet you. Please, have a seat." I motioned to the chair.

"No, uhm Mr. Hughes, I would rather not. I will keep it short." He stuttered. All the hope vanished from my heart. I feared what was to come from the renowned detective. 

"So?" I prompted.

"Mr. Hughes, look before coming here, I stopped by the station to gather information, and was handed the copy of the same file you have. The details Mr. Hughes, the details all say your sister had an accident. There is no point in conducting an investigation." He sighed, explaining in the calmest tone possible.

"I will decide whether it's worthy of an investigation or not. You, however, just tell me if you would do it or not." I stated in the most emotionless voice I could, controlling my anger.

"No, Mr. Hughes." He tentatively answered.

"Then you are free to get out of the room anytime you want." I looked back at my desk and pretended to work.

He sighed, but walked back. Right before he left, he paused and turned.

"I am sorry for your loss." With that, he went out.

That was my last straw. I threw the damned file across the room in rage. I didn't need their sorrys. I didn't need sympathy. 

I needed answers. I needed to know what had actually happened. I needed someone to tell me my suspicions might be right because my sister would never do that.

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AN; So that was Leon Hughes for you all. I will try to write the story in alternate povs, but it would mainly Ivone's POV. AND THANKS TO ANYONE WHOSE READING THE STORY!!

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