The Price Of Love

Chapter 10

Jay's POV

I scowl, slamming the drawer shut as I try to remember where the fuck I put this file.

The file Issac gave me when I first came here contained some addresses I need. And of course, now I cant find it. I'd rather shoot myself than ask Issac to send me the file again, so my only solution is to find the first copy.

I walk out of my office and go into the kitchen. I last had it Monday. Only two days ago. And I left it on the table. I'm sure of it.

I stare at the table, that's empty if not for the fucking fruit bowl in the middle of the table. Since when did I even own a fruit bowl?

I roll my eyes. Talia probably-...

Talia.

I run a hand through my hair, groaning. Of course, she probably moved it somewhere. And of course, she left for the day hours ago.

Grabbing my phone, I go to ring her, before realising I don't have her number. Issac is the one who hired her, so he's probably the only one with her contact information. And we've already established that asking him for anything is not going to happen.

Groaning, I grab my laptop. I have access to a lot of information since I will be taking over in a few short years. Surely, I have some way of finding out who works for me.

***

It takes a whole thirty minutes to find Talia's information. And something I've noticed is lately, is I have zero fucking patience. So after thirty minutes of searching for her damn phone number, when I finally ring it and it sends me to voicemail?

Yeah, I get pissed off.

And that's how I ended up outside Talia's apartment complex at half eight on a Wednesday evening, pissed, tired and fucking done with today.

Thirty-six..thirty-seven... thirty-eight...

Thirty-nine.

I knock on the door, sighing as I look up and down the hallway. There are nine other apartments on this floor and fifty apartments in the whole building.

I only now am realising I should have memorised her home address and phone number the second she told me she was my maid.

After a minute goes by, I begin to wonder if she's even here. The thought has me groaning in annoyance. If I find out I've spent the last hour searching for this woman and driving here only for her to not home-

I take a deep breath before knocking again.

"Wow, don't you look fancy".

I screw my eyes shut tight, taking a deep breath and trying to calm myself. I have no clue who that is, or what they want. I just know they sound like a person I want to punch.

"You here for Tails?" I turn, seeing a guy standing in the doorway of an apartment I'm assuming is his, eating a bag of chips while his hands seem to be covered in grease.

No wonder Talia isn't home. I'd run away if I lived near that too.

"Tails?" I repeat, and he chuckles, raising his hands in surrender. "Talia. I just call her Tails since we're close and all..that a problem for you?" He asks, squaring his shoulders.

I stare at him in disbelief. "Is there a reason you're talking to me right now? Or is my luck just that bad?".

His smile drops, and he rolls his eyes. "Listen, if you're bothered about me and Tails close friendship, that's on you. I'm here to stay, you get me?"

What the actual fuck is going on right now?

"Is Talia home?" I mutter, reminding myself we don't kill innocents.