Murderer x Reader. (Book two) (SCRAPED)

Chapter Eighty-Two

Ms. Angela's POV:

I held onto the stacks of paperwork. I had to work overtime tonight. Well... I had to work late tonight. No extra pay. Milo had been following me like a lost puppy dog for the past ten minutes. Not saying a word. I stopped walking, and so did he. "Milo," I started. "Why are you following me?" I asked, looking over. He gave me that smile. That sweet dumb smile. "Archer is getting into another fight..." I nodded slowly, continuing to walk, "With who?" I asked, writing down the information Milo gave me on a notepad on top of the stack of papers. "That one woman...I forget what her name is...Melissa maybe?" I stopped walking, "Melissa Mills?" I asked. "Wow! Your memory is great!" Milo praised me. I started to walk back to my desk more quickly than before. Milo follows behind. Melissa Mills is bad news. Almost as bad as Michelle walking back into the building. I got to my desk and set the papers down. I turned to Milo, who was behind me, "Where are they?" I asked, looking around. "Downstairs." Milo replied. I groaned slightly. Great. Downstairs of all things. Upstairs were our offices. Where the real business was. Downstairs is our cover-up. Downstairs is a car dealership. Where we pretend that's all we do. Milo and I got into the elevator, I hit the button to go down, feeling the elevator start to move.

After a minute, the elevator opened, thankfully only a few real customers were there. Archer and Melissa were yelling at each other. "You left me twenty-six years ago, with one child. One child to raise all by myself!" Archer stared at her, "That was twenty-six years ago, get over it." She looked furious. "Get over it!? Get over it!? How am I supposed to get over it?! You left me to raise a child, I thought we were going to be together!" She yelled. She had brownish hair, freckles, and green eyes. Her son had red hair and blue eyes. "I've told you before, I only wanted to get over Charolette (His ex-wife, Lottie's mother) faster. There was nothing to gain from that. For me at least, you gained a little brat." He snickered. The real customers in the shop were watching, occasionally saying, "Ohh!" or chanting for her to hit him. Archer smiled, it was a sly smile. "He doesn't look anything like me, are you sure it's even mine?" I sighed shaking my head. "C'mon...Let's bring them upstairs." Milo nodded as we walked toward the two. "Excuse me, Ms. Mills? While I don't you mind using your beautiful voice, do you mind coming upstairs not to disrupt our other customers?" She looked at Milo with hatred in her eyes, "You're old enough to be my son, don't talk to me like that." Milo nervously chuckled recoiling, "I suggest you come upstairs thought..." She walked towards the elevator, Archer following her. Milo and I followed behind them. I held my hand out, and Milo groaned in response. He pulled out his wallet from his suit, handing me a $20 bill. I smiled, "I told you she would show up this year." I giggled. Milo sighed, "I'm getting tired of seeing her." I chuckled, "I don't even see why she still comes...Her child is Twenty-Six." Milo paused, "Oh wow...He's the same age as me." I nodded nervously. "Yeah...Funny coincidence, huh?" He nodded. "Who does she think she is..." Melissa scoffed. Archer paused, "Ah, she is the assistant to the woman who runs this organization. You must forgive her briskness, Ms.Angea is an incredibly busy lady." he explained calmly, "Plus today has been very stressful for her. You've caused quite a mess of paperwork for her." I smiled on the inside when Archer defended me. We all got into the elevator together. Them starting their fighting again once the door shut. "You never told me at all that you were trying to get over Charolette! I thought you actually wanted to me!" Archer stared, "If you're this annoying on a daily basis, I doubt it." He chuckled. "Besides, I'm already married, what do you want me to do? Pay child support for a child who is already an adult. One who clearly isn't mine." He mocked. She turned to me, "Can you run a DNA test?" She asked me. I shrugged slightly, "I mean...Sure I can...But we normally only use that for important matters." She stared at me, dead in the eyes. "This is important." I sighed looking at Archer. He smiled kneeling down to whisper to me, "How about we use the real information this time?" I nodded looking at her, "Our DNA test machine is broken, how about a Paternity Test?" I asked. She agreed. We went into a room and got Archer, Melissa, and Dwane, her son's fingerprints. I put it onto the Paternity scanner to see whose STR bands matched up the most. I looked at Melissa and frowned, "None of you are related. Not even a little bit." Melissa got up and looked at the screen. None of their STR bands matched. She looked at me angrily, "If none of us match, how did I give birth to Dwane?" She asked. I shrugged, "You might have gotten your child swapped with another at the hospital. If I as you, I would go into the police department and ask them to run a DNA test on him." She nodded leaving the room. Milo got up from his chair and stretched, "Does anyone want some coffee?" He asked looking at us. Archer nodded, not saying a word vocally. I smiled looking at him, "Sure, Angel." He nodded walking out of the room.

Archer's POV:

"It's upsetting to know that he was swapped as a baby..." Ms. Angel said sighing. I nodded slowly. "... If Mio did learn the identity of his real father after all these years— and, let's say for the sake of our little game, it was someone he already knew— would he be mad..?" She cleared her throat. "I don't think Milo would be really mad. Why would he? Devastated by what he had to go through could have been avoided, but. Not mad." I tried not to let my disappointment show on my face. It seemed Milo's issues surrounding his father ran deep, and it would be even deeper with his real father..."Ms. Angela If... if you knew a secret, and it had to do with a friend of yours, but the information would hurt your friend... would you share it anyway?" She took a long pause. "...No." Her expression was still painfully unreadable, but their voice was suddenly slow and serious. "I wouldn't want to hurt my friends." I nodded looking at the table.