━━━ ❝ ❨ 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒅. ❩ ❞
Their story was never meant to be a happy one. In fact, the...
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CHAPTER 6: WHITE MOOSE MYSTERY (original)
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THE CAFE HUMMED WITH ACTIVITY; waiters ran back and forth between the round tables and the counter to serve the customers their orders, the coffee machines whirred, ground, and hissed as the baristas tried to keep up with the endless list of requests, all while the people small-talked with their companions at their tables. There were all kinds of; blue and white-collar workers, students, and travelers, of all different ages.
Bess kept listening to their chatter as she unconsciously stirred her large glass of flat white coffee, her booted foot repeatedly brushing against Rossi's calf under the table. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she must have been aware of this, but as long as he didn't mention it, she would not notice it. Not really. Just like she wasn't aware that it must have been the eighth time they had gone out for breakfast together in the past two weeks since the case following Haley's funeral, though there was nothing romantic about it. They were just two rich people eager to spend their money on overpriced coffee and croissants.
Anyhow, the date in the calendar had now read December 12, which meant that in twelve more days, it would be Christmas Eve. Not that it meant anything to Bess, aside from another strict family dinner with her father, in keeping with their tradition from previous years. He would ask her about her recent job, and she would listen to his endless rambling about the bank sector, the ups and downs in the business, and money, money, and a bit more about money...
"What's on your mind?" Rossi's voice broke her string of thoughts.
Bess squirmed in her seat with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. "I just remembered that in twelve days, I could spend some quality time with my dear old dad," she scoffed with a grimace. "It'd be interesting if I were a broker really, or someone actually interested in stocks and derivatives."
The senior agent snorted at her mocking answer. "Cheer up, Sinclair. At least, you have someone coming over."
"Ugh, careful now, Rossi. I might invite you over for Christmas Eve. If nothing else, I would be able to sell my dad that I want to fuck you in the back room, so that he would leave sooner." She grinned, lifting her coffee to her lips to take a sip. To tell the truth, her relationship with her father wasn't that bad; the man knew everything about his daughter's line of work and would do anything for her. He just found it a bit difficult to express his love, that's all.
"Sure. And then your father would freeze all my bank accounts," Rossi scoffed, then drank up the rest of his coffee in one gulp. He felt her foot begin rubbing against his leg once again as she turned her attention back to her coffee. He checked the time. "We should go. It's almost 8 o'clock." He glanced up, catching her smile. "What?"
