Taylor vs Reid (GxG)

Part 4 - {Transition}

Drew's POV

I had another case against Barraclough and Cartez that I tried to focus on over the next week. I couldn't help but notice that my emails weren't being responded to by Reilly anymore and instead, the case was taken over by one of the senior partners, Sebastian Barraclough.

Concern and curiosity filled me, and a nagging question brewed in my mind. What happened to Reilly? For a moment, the thought that maybe I had got through to her on Saturday swarmed me. Could she have reassigned her cases to someone else, willingly choosing not to work them? The thought seemed unfathomable, and I brushed it off just as quickly as it popped up. Reilly didn't seem to be the type of person to just do something because someone told her to. Especially if that thing wasn't already in alignment with what she wanted to do for herself. She could be very stubborn and arrogant at times. That much I knew.

Still, the question lingered.

A second week passed and still nothing. It was as if she disappeared from the face of the Earth. Maybe I had been a bit harsh that Saturday. Maybe what I had said hurt her feelings, and she decided to move to another side of Florida, or, perhaps back where she'd come from. Where did she even come from?

I scurried through the papers on my desk looking for any way that I could maybe contact her. A document with the contact information for Barraclough and Cartez stared at me from beneath the scattered sheets and I smiled at it. My phone sat, half covered by the piles of paper, and I reached for it. My fingers worked furiously to punch in the numbers before I brought it to my ears.

It rang out for a while before it was picked up by a receptionist. I sat up in my seat, making sure my posture was straight before I spoke. My mother always told me people could hear it through the phone. If you were slouching, lying or sitting up straight. Her voice lives rent-free in my head since I was six.

"Hello, good morning. Uh...I'm just checking to see if Reilly Reid is in today?"

"Who's asking?"

I hesitated, chewing my pen. "Assistant DA Drew Taylor."

"Oh, Ms Taylor," they chimed, their voice suddenly perking up. "Uhm, Ms Reid no longer works here. Would you like to speak with Mr Barraclough instead? He's been handling all her clients."

"No," I quickly declined. She no longer works there? What the.... Did they fire her? Did she quit? My mind whirled with questions that I had no definitive answers to. "No, that is fine. Thank you."

I hung up and rested the phone on my desk but my eyes remained on my lit-up phone screen. My brain was having a hard time trying to process the information I was just given. Reilly no longer works for Barraclough and Cartez. Was this real? What happened? Did they fire her and why? Why fire the one person who's been doing your dirty work? Didn't seem to make much sense to me from a business standpoint. She brought most of their clients. And if she didn't get fired then what happened? What made her quit? Was it what I said?

Oh God, I really offended her, didn't I?

Did she quit? Because of me?

I was still trying to wrap my head around it when my office phone rang, startling me. I grabbed it off the receiver and pressed it to my ear. "Assistant DA, Drew Taylor! How can I help you today?"

"Detective Brennan, calling from the Coral Gables police department. I'm calling to find out if that warrant is ready?"

"Uh, I'm still waiting to hear back from the judge, Detective. Should be by end of day today. I apologise for the delay."

"Copy. Friendly reminder, we can't make the arrest without it."

"Yes, of course," I scratched the side of my mouth, my brows knitting up and my stomach coiling on itself as I debated my next thoughts. "Uhm, is Detective Kimmel there?" I vomited up before I could stop myself.