10th Commandment | Revamped

Chapter 14

Ego & power hungry.

Room 306

Fantasia had just dozed off after a passionate encounter with an FBI Agent. Agent Carter was in the midst of dressing to head out, glancing at Fantasia, who was still dreamy-eyed.

“I had a fantastic time. Are you going to give me a call?” she asked, clearly hopeful. “Soon. I've got a lot going on right now, but I promise I’ll reach out,” Fantasia replied with her eyelids heavy.

“Hey, if you ever feel threatened... I mean, if you're in trouble, I can be your protector,” Carter offered. Fantasia had sought a carefree escapade, but this unexpected twist—a federal agent wanting to guard her—was a surprise bonus.

She blinked her eyes open. “Are you serious, or are you just trying to play me to get in my good graces? Because I’ll tell you right now, that’s not a smart move,” she shot back, sitting upright. “I’m not playing around. Honestly, you’re starting to mean something to me, and I look out for those I care about,” Carter admitted.

Fantasia didn’t mind the “care” talk; it was flattering, after all. “Good to know I can rely on you, Carter,” she said with a grin.

“Just call me Caren!”

“We’ll see about that. Drive home safe; I could use some peace and quiet,” Fantasia replied. With that, Carter leaned in and kissed her softly before taking her leave.

Fantasia checked her phone, hoping for a message from Taraji, but there was nothing. She let out an exasperated groan that sounded like a grizzly bear's growl.

She flopped back onto the bed and, eventually, fell into a deep slumber.

Hours later, Carter was arriving at work.

“Director’s here, and she’s not pleased,” a coworker warned. Carter rushed to the bathroom to perfect her appearance before facing Taraji.

“Agent Henson, good morning, boss,” she stammered as she stepped into the boardroom. “You mean to tell me I almost got killed while undercover and spent all this time trying to break one of New York City’s top criminals, only to learn she slipped away? Explain,” Taraji blistered.

“She’s smarter than we expected. She has eyes and ears everywhere—there’s a leak, possibly multiple ones, within our department. But I’m developing a new plan. We’ll catch her, I just need some more time,” Carter replied.

“No, I’m pulling the plug on this embarrassing investigation. The longer we pursue it, the more foolish we look. Dispose of the file. Unless something else arises, the case against Triple 4 is over. Make sure everyone knows it!” Taraji commanded before storming out. The case against Fantasia was officially closed.

Carter smirked and called up Fantasia.

Tasia: What’s up?
Carter: That’s not how someone answers a call from a girl they just spent the night with, especially not from the one who just had all charges against her dropped.
Tasia: Wait, what? You can’t pull that off. What’s really happening here?
Carter: I can and I did! I persuaded the director it wasn’t worth the hassle. She dropped it. I’m literally incinerating all the files right now.
Tasia: Wow. Thanks, but I gotta go.

Fantasia hung up, feeling victorious. Carter reveled in her accomplishment.

Fantasia then called Taraji.

Taraji: Hey, wifey…
Tasia: Don’t call me that. By the way, I’m filing for a divorce…
Taraji: Okay, my bad. Bring the paperwork over, and I’ll sign it.
Tasia: I can’t wait to be free from you.
Taraji: Is that what prompted your call this morning about the divorce?”
Tasia: No, I just heard all investigations against me have been dropped. You must be seething inside! I know how much you wanted to see me behind bars. Tough luck, babe—better luck next time. You must look pretty foolish right now; I’d love to see your face.
Taraji: Wait, what? Sweetie, I saved you! I did that! So don’t make me regret getting involved. It’s done.
Tasia: Oh please, Taraji, don’t pretend to be on my side. You’re not. You’re only doing this because your case was weak—just like you!