The Concrete Dog

{A Clown Clowns a Wolf Bites}

Lauren looked at the keys in her hand. She leaned to her left and saw her car parked in her parking spot in front of her unit. "What is this?"

The mechanic smiled. "Your vehicle,"

"Yeah, I can see that, but you don't deliver cars."

The man chuckled. "If you know the right people, I do."

Lauren shook her head. "How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing, it's on the house." The man chuckled at her surprised expression and said goodbye.

"What is the name of the shop?" Alice asked.

Lauren chuckled. "It's Frieza's, and they are not cheap."

"What," Alice opened her laptop, frowning.

They do excellent work." Another woman added as others talked about how Lauren got out of paying for labor and parts.

"I did not sleep with anyone." Lauren corrected the woman, who giggled at her answer.

Alice snorted. "Oh, we all know you are saving that for marriage because I said ain't no one worth you until they show they are, as my husband did."

Lauren chuckled. "Yes, Mom."

Laughter filled the cubicles. Alice smiled. "Shut up, and I am only ten years older than you. Quit all this nonsense."

Lauren laughed until she saw Trace walking towards the janitor's room. She stared at his rippling muscles under the tight black t-shirt and zipped down a dark blue janitor suit. He seemed oblivious to his surroundings. However, as he reached the hallway to his destination, Trace looked over his shoulder and at her. Lauren quickly looked away, and Trace continued down the hall.

"What the hell is her car doing here?" Jason stared at the birthday gift from Lauren's uncle and aunt sitting in her parking spot in the underground garage. He knew this because he overheard Lauren and Alice talking at lunch.

The black Audi was sparkling clean. Jason pulled out his phone and swiped through the pictures of the almost totaled Audi. The men he sent to do the job took videos and photos of the event. She would have to wait months to get it back, but here it sat.

Jason ran his hands over his head. "I can't believe this. Who does she know that could do this for her?"

The Vice President walked into the building, heading for his office. Mindy smiled at him. "Good morning, Mr. Kent,"

"Mindy, I want to talk with Miss Caulley immediately."

Mindy's body stiffened. What the hell did he want with Lauren? Jason was not her direct report. He would close the door and trap Lauren inside his office. "Sir,"

The yellow suit-wearing man reached his door and looked at Mindy. "Get Miss Caulley here, now."

Alice pulled the phone from her ear and stared at Lauren. Clancy saw the fear on her face and walked towards her. Lauren lifted her head when she heard Alice say her name.

"Mr. Kent requests your appearance in his office."

Lauren shook her head, and the soft curls in her hair swayed from side to side. "Why," She asked.

"Mindy has no idea. She said he sounded angry about something."

"About what? Because he could not finish harassing me yesterday."

"I saw him staring at your car," Ella answered. "He looked surprised and angry that it was back."

Clancy grunted.

"He was mad that he did not find you at lunch yesterday," Monica replied.

Lauren closed her laptop and stared at the hallway leading to his office.

"Mindy will be there; don't worry about it," Alice said as Lauren stood and smoothed down her pink dress.

"Okay," Lauren said as she walked away from her desk.

Clancy walked away from the cubicles and pulled out his radio. "Hey, Trace,"

"Yeah,"

"That yellow suit-wearing asshole called your girl into his office."

Clancy heard silence but knew Trace was heading to Kent's office.

"That Motherfucka complained to the Knostra Brothers that we took too long to get through the tickets, which is bullshit. Jason does have a ticket for his air and window needing repair. You could get on it today." Clancy smiled after finishing his statement.

"Understood,"

Clancy put his radio away and continued towards the printer room.

Lauren slowly walked towards Jason's door. Mindy nodded at her. "I will be right here."

Before Lauren could reach for the knob, Jason stepped out and looked at Mindy.

"Mr. Parker needs your help. Annie is home sick."

Mindy stared at Lauren and then Jason. "Lilly is j..."

"He wants you," Jason spoke over her.

"Yes, Mr. Kent," Mindy slowly stood staring at Lauren. Jason smiled at Lauren. "Shall we go inside and talk."

Lauren pulled her gaze from Mindy as she walked out of the room. Jason resisted touching her as she walked by him and into his room. He slowly closed the door, but something pushed it back against his hand, and Jason stumbled into his desk.

Lauren turned and saw Trace standing there with a scowl on his face.

Jason held his wrist and stared at the fuming man. "What are you doing in here?"

"You complained about the ticket time, so I am here to repair the window and air."

Jason frowned. "Come back some other time,"

"No," Trace kept his eyes on Jason as Lauren stared at him. He could see the relief on her face when he stepped into the office.

"Well, I am discussing business with Miss Caulley."

Trace frowned. "Do you have amnesia or something? I know that is not what you are doing here. You told me what you would do?"

Jason snorted. "Are you on drugs? I know that your gang sold them. I am pretty sure you took some."

"Drugs are not my thing, but causing pain is."

Lauren cleared her throat. "Am I free to go, Mr. Kent?"

Jason turned his attention to the woman in the simple pink knee-length dress. However, on Lauren's body, the dress was the sexiest thing on earth. Her free hair touched her elbows and waist, creating softness around her.

Trace looked at her, seeing her confidence rise because he supported her against Jason.

Jason looked at the former gang enforcer, watching Lauren. "Yes, you can go, Miss Caulley,"

Lauren looked at Trace and left the office as the ex-con watched.

"She is out of your league, felon." The toothy smile surfaced.

Trace looked at Jason and then started walking towards the door. "Leave her alone. I am only telling you this once."

Jason frowned, watching the tatted-up janitor leaving his office. "Aren't you going to fix my air and window?"

"We told you Thursday, and we will fix it Thursday."

"Today is Friday,"

The door closed, and silence filled Jason's office.

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