Smoke Vibes

Smoke Vibes- ▲Chapter 16▲

I knew I was wrong for what I did. Would I take it back? On some occasions, I wish could . Most times? No.

"Damn Angelic, I know I told you I would be there for you, but that's some shit," Candi said as she shook her head.

"I know. I couldn't leave her, as soon as I left she was gonna run to the police."

"As soon as you do some suspcious mess, people gonna be giving you the side eye and watch you fuck up again. Since the police is actually doing something about this case unlike the other ones because the bitch was rich and she owned a company, they looking at anybody and everybody. Especially the workers. Just be careful, alright?"

"Yeah."

We thought we were done when we saw that we missed a spot.

After helping her clean up, I decided to go back to Roman's place.

When I was in my car, my phone rang, it was my job, "Hello?" I answered.

"Hello Angelic?" it was the assistant manager, Porsha.

"Yes?"

"Can you come down to the office, something terrible happened," her voice was cracking, she was about to cry.

Even though I knew what happened, I played along as if I was oblivious to the fact.

"Ok."

When I got there, the investigators were still there, asking the workers questions. Crime scene tape surrounded the building as there were still bystanders trying to hear some extra news about the scene.

The coworkers were distraught. Some of them had blank faces, but most of them were crying. The ones who were crying were fake as shit. I didn't know not one person who liked Ms. Magdalin.

She was known as one of the most evil bitches. A lot of them wished many things on her, now they wanna act like they felt bad. Fake asses.

"Oh, Angelic, there you are!" Porsha came to me and hugged me. She was distraught about what was going on.

"It's terrible, isn't it?" she said. Her eyes were red and she held a crumpled up tissue in her hand.

"Yeah, I know."

One of the investigators came up to us. He was a white guy with salt and pepper hair and tall frame, "Excuse me ma'am? We have a few questions to ask you."

"Ok."

We went to the side and he pulled out a notepad, "Your name?"

"Angelic Michel."

"I'm Detective Evers."

I nodded.

"So what was your relationship with the victim?"

"It was ok, we would speak only about business, other than that there weren't too many words said between us."

Half lie.

She and I couldn't stand each other with a passion. The only reason why I still worked there was because I had a good amount of clients.

"Would you have any motive to kill her?"

"No."

Another lie.

"Where were you last night at the time of the murder?"

"I was with my friend Roman, at his house, watching tv."

Damn lie.

"Hmm," he jotted something down on his notepad.