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"Tagged Team"

Candie in media

One block away from work.
Kaprice has his right hand on my thigh driving with his left. I start sinking into the seat my calves rubbing against his leather seats.

"You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah fine...just worried"
"About?"
"My mother said Corey is coming back to brooklyn."

He removed his hand to put on the steering wheel. "Oh" he responded in a low, tender voice.

"What?" I said shifting my self towards him as he comes to a complete stop.

"Nothing...we're here." He clicked the button to unlock all doors. I sat in shock.

I grabbed my bag and opened the door wide open. I got out quickly and slammed the door. He rolled down the window.

"What's wrong?"
"Your attitude towards Corey!"
"Babe"

"I'm taking the bus home!" I said to him, I looked both ways of the busy street and ran across as a blue Volvo came down the road.

I push through the glass doors, I look at the reflection of his car drive off off the glass. I brush it off and share a smile with the security as I head to the sliver stained elevator.

...

I walk out to my cubicle. My own cubicle at my age. I set my things down and check my phone. Dry. He didn't even bother to call or text! Urghhh.

"Bad Morning?" Ridley asked giggling. Ridley was my mature friend at the office. She got in the program 2 years ago she knows this place inside out. She sipped her "coffee" waiting for an answer.

"Boys-"

She laughed and offered me some of her mixture in her oval shaped cup. I denied even when I shouldn't have.

"Too early hun?"
"Too early" I say with a slight smile.

She taps my back as she walks away, her heels fade away as she turns.

*raspberries*
I tilt my computer up and turn the screen on.

"Oh hey look what the lawyers dragged in today"

I hated his snagged tone. It was like a chicken telling horrible jokes about across the road. I suck it in and slid a smile.

"Haha, good morning Mr. Douglas" I said as I typed in my password.

"LOL Good Morning Ms. Harris. There is some documents on my next case I need before my next meeting at 2. Can you do that for me ?"
"Absolutely sir" I grin at him.

He always says the acronyms out loud.

He pats my shoulder hard while he walks in the opposite direction he came from. I take in the pounding and close my eyes for a breather. I start typing in search of the files he needs.

12 minutes into the search I finally found what I was looking for.

Amy Grant...Case #5476-9.
Murdered in the first degree and raped...No witnesses.

I squinted at the screen as I read," Two suspects Tom comas and Corey Megars " I whisper to myself .

"COREY" I bursted aloud.

Half of the office stops to look at me. I look down quickly and pretend to type as they resume their work.

I read on the file.

February 12th, 2016 ...Sentenced parole by P.O. Wilks. ...Nevada. Amy Grant, 17...Minor.

I brushed a tear from my face and closed the file. I push the keyboard towards the left of me. I put my head on the desk. My brother's father. I was in shock and deception.