Dear Gift (Ryle Kincaid's POV)

Jennifer

An hour ago,
"Hey girl, when did you leave this morning, I thought we would get some time together before we both leaving New York for good. Finally. 😑". I read my friend's message as I laughed gosh, I miss her already.

Okay SOOO I am an FBI agent I studied criminology/detective at John Jay College of Criminal Justice in New York, I went to Ohio for my first case as full trained detective after graduation and..um of course I slayed. 'I always do', oh and I'm 28 years old. I received a new case that started back in New York and for some reason we found the trails of the case in Boston a woman who committed suicide for no reason out of nowhere. And I was assigned to this case.

On the other hand, my friend aka my sister Regina Mills we both grew up in an orphanage and decided to live together forever, but life separates people. She is a fashion designer she studied in a fashion school and started an online shop where she sells her designs, at last her business took off outside America thank your social media she is now heading to Paris to start her brand officially.

Back to me driving in Boston gosh this city is beautiful thanks to my acquaintance Alyssa Kincaid, she is a rich man's wife, she was able to provide for me an apartment in the building where she lives. A safe street, fancy and all those stuffs. She is such a sweetheart she was the first supporter on Regina's social media account that's how I met her; basically, she is the one who announced her styles it sounded like she loves supporting small businesses and that's very nice.

As I walk through the garage of the building looking on my phone answering Regina. A CAR nearly CRASHES IN TO MY RIGHT DOOR.
The hell couldn't he see someone was driving through, he should be careful getting out of his parking like that. I get out of the car furiously "ARE YOU BLIND?!"
He doesn't hesitate to answer "Excuse me but I'm not the one not watching if there's any car around me like any basic driver would do. It's a garage it's a tight place." He is yelling at me; his facial features are a scary but damn he is hot. NO GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF JENNIFER.
"You're excused but you should have given a sign that you're getting out of your parking spot"
"I did give sign but what to expect from a woman either you don't know how to drive or on your phone chatting "shit.

Even though he is right he pulled the feminine card, and I won't let that slide.
"Maybe next time make your sign more obvious or else it won't end with a slight hit."
"Or maybe if you start to learn how to drive again it would be better for people's safety. But what to say women can't drive. " that's it he went far.
"Listen genius mistakes happen but blaming a woman for your insecure driving is not an option.
Goodbye."

He went silent I turned back to my car smirking and him aggressively getting out of the garage. Not very responsible of him. Who is he anyways?

I head to the lobby where I see Alyssa holding a child in her hand, she must be her daughter. As she sees I wave at her and get ready to hug.
"Good morning, Jennifer welcome to Boston" she says cheerfully.
"Thank Alyssa and I owe you one."
"Don't say that, though you do owe my attending my thanksgiving ball in provocative way in front of my rivals."
"Hah noted, I will be in your party. However, I can't promise I'll be in the beginning of the ball I might be in business mood"
"As long as you're coming, it's fine. Now let me lead to your apartment." Moment before we reached the apartment god its very pretty. I really wasted my time in New York even my success was there...with him...
"It's right above mine next door to my brother. "
"You have a brother ?!"
"Yes, he is a neurosurgeon but he not here right now he took his daughter out today."
"He is married. " Knowing that her brother is a neurosurgeon is beneficial I could use his help with the case.
"No.." she went silent hesitating, I asked to much "sorry I shouldn't have asked."
"It's okay, did you like the apartment. "
"It's everything I wanted " as our chat continued as getting to know each other until duty calls and breaks our chat.