After sunrise part 2

Games

Saturday December 16, 2022:

Killian POV

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I smell the rotten smell of a soul, before I hear the person behind it.

The door opens and in walks Grigory.

I sit in in the men's room, reading my favorite history book. Pretending to take it all in, while my mind is only focused on Esmee. And the conversation that clearly ended. Otherwise, Grigory wouldn't be in my presence.

Makes me wonder where Esmee is.

When Grigory takes a seat in front of me on one of the couches, I close the old dusty book.

'What have you two discussed?' I ask him when he sits back in the seat, not saying a word.

He smiles, 'Strange that your little mate didn't say anything to you.'

Way to avoid the question and hit me where it hurts.

'Just answer it.' I growl.

He leans in and tabs on his chin, 'You know. I saw Esmee walking outside. Maybe she was meeting a lover in a lovers den somewhere in the forest.'

I know that Esmee would never do such a thing. But the fact that it is even a possibility enrages me. And the fact that he thinks he can push this button makes me furious.

I take a sip from my glass of water and grin over the rim, 'Or maybe you suffer from delusion and schizophrenia because you are being crazy.'

He smirks, 'If I were a woman I would throw a tantrum because you called me crazy.'

I tilt my head and smirk back, 'With perfect hair and nails like yours, maybe you are a woman.'

'I can pull down my pants and then you can look at the evidence yourself.'

I snicker, 'Pass.'

He leans forward and hands me his glass of whiskey.

I've been meaning to drink less. But alcohol is a magic potion that makes Grigory likable.

I take over the glass and take a sip.

I arch my eyebrow and look at Grigory with a knowing look, 'My dads office?'

He nods, 'Not the best I've tasted.'

I hand the glass back, 'So what did you truly discuss?'

He crosses his legs and sits back on the couch, 'Not all that much. Just the security update. Luckily she is very meekly and open towards changes.'

'Anything else?' I asks. Deep down wanting something to be wrong. Wanting them to have discussed something improper. That would justify my suspicion. Otherwise I've just been worrying over nothing. And that would mean that I am the problem.

He shakes his head, 'Not really. Just some small talk...' He falls quiet and looks at me with a frown and deep in thought.

'What is it?'

'Esmee just has very unique thoughts.'

I frown, 'What do you mean?'

He leans on his elbows which lean on his knees, 'You know I can read thoughts. It is not as much reading as it is understanding. And I can't seem to understand Esmee.'