"What's her name, by the way?" scratching the tip of my pen on blank paper as I try to learn everything I can about the dead and unknown girl.
This is what I do for a living as a detective. As a private investigator, I must provide justice to her.
"Georgia aka gigi" Dryly, Edward Celestino says.
He is a 65-year-old billionaire and the owner of one of New York City's greatest companies, Celestino. His nature doesn't appeal to me personally. His impolite and haughty demeanor. This dead girl is his personal assistant, and this elderly man acts like a haughty bitch who doesn't give a damn.
Is this unusual, or are these simply my thoughts?
Regardless, I now have to inspect her while going through her lifeless corpse where my assistant is standing.
I turn to face her lifeless, completely pale body. Georgia, poor thing. It appears that she was struck on the head by a hefty item.
"Derek. Do you not believe that she was brutally struck on the head by a hefty object?" I ask to my personal assistant.
Derek, my personal assistant. He is a highly skilled professional hacker with investigative abilities.
"Yes, you're correct," he says, slanting his green-hooded gaze in my direction.
He continues "I believe I can function here. You must go speak with Mr. Edward Celestino and ask him some questions."
I respond with a hum, agreeing with his viewpoint.
My gaze shifts to Edward. While everyone else in this packed room is preoccupied with their own work, he is occupied with something on his phone.
Such a tragedy.
"Yes, you're correct. You should know your business. Please submit a report after this."
He interrupts me and says, "Ma'am, I understand. You can try to relax and stop telling me about my everyday activities." He chuckles.
He continues "You appear like such a mess. You can rest at home if you'd like..."
He's such a green flag. Constantly trying to ease me down, and if he has his way, he can also handle all of my work as well.
"No, no, I'm okay," I respond as I choose to approach Edward. haughty shithead.
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"Sir, may I ask you a few questions?" I say in a pleasant voice.
"Go ahead," Edward replies sourly.
I read the report that Derek has prepared.
"Why is there no camera in this room?" I inquire.
Edward adds in a quiet, soothing voice, "I'd prefer not to adjust cameras here as this is my personal office."
If Nigga dislikes adjusting cameras, what era does he live in?
"Okay." I respond while writing all things on my notepad.
I continue "And the next one is, do you think there was someone else who committed this heinous murder?"
"Is that my job then? to look into who the real culprit is?" He grumbles in a husky voice.
He continues "Remember, I recruited you because I believe you to be the best private investigator in this city."
What the fuck!
"I am aware of the media, so don't be concerned. Nobody will be made aware of this... mishappening." I reassure him once more.
"For your further investigation you can go through to my son," he says, humbly responding.
"I'm a busy person, as you know. There isn't enough time for me to tell you everything about this location and concerning Georgia, despite the fact that my son is more knowledgeable about her than I am. She did so much for me even though she was only my assistant." he says.
"Okay" agreeing with what he just said.
"Your son's name?" I ask.
"Eiran Celestino" he responds.
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Author's note: Thanks for choosing "guns and roses". It's really mean a lot to me. Love y'll.
