Guarded

Chapter 19

Staan Fiiton Neyota was born thirty-four years ago in Chicago. He worked as a police officer until the age of thirty-one when he obtained an injury whilst on duty. It was a stab wound 6 inches deep in his upper thigh. He worked mainly desk jobs until seven months ago when he interviewed for a job here. Due to his previous involvement with the police force he managed to get the job.

I wish I could say I got all that information from Neyota himself but he didn't speak to me at all. I didn't pester him or attempt at persuade him like I did with Luca though. It seemed pointless.

Boredom soon found me and I found myself snooping through some of my dad's files. I hadn't realised he kept folders on every employee we had but of course once I figured out that was what I was looking at I started looking for specific names. Most of the stuff I already knew in fact it was only the folders of the recent employees that offered anything new.

I was stuffing Julia's folder back in, which was the thickest, when I came across one folder with the words Barbosa, Lucas on its sticky label. I knew I shouldn't look. Although we weren't talking right now I knew it would be wrong to go delving into his personal business but my hand hovered over the folder.

Would it be so bad to peak just a little bit? It couldn't hurt, I thought running my finger over the folder. No. I shouldn't. I won't. I slammed the draw shut moving from the cabinets and towards the gigantic desk, away from temptation.

The desktop was messy with files and important looking documents. I skimmed over the papers only stopping when I came across my name. It was five full pages stapled together mentioning me in every other sentence.

I read through it huffing in frustration when I read all the ridiculous policies. There was a whole page on what kind of conduct was aloud between them and me. The answer was none. Unless I was being restrained for my own safety they couldn't lay one finger on me and the relationship was to stay purely professional.

Shock and confusion washed over me when I read the last page. According to this in the eyes of the law I was considered a minor which meant any sexual misconduct the member of staff involved would be persecuted in a court of law.

That made no sense though I was nineteen, not a minor any more.  Did I even want to know what my father had done to get that to happen. I fell back into the large seat behind the desk.

"They want control over my vagina too?" I thought aloud.

The signature at the bottom of the last page read, Cameron Burns.

I didn't know a Cameron Burns. He must have been new but I couldn't think of who he would be replacing.

I threw the document back onto the desk and leant back in the chair then closed my eyes. I wished I could fall asleep right there but I promised Anya I would come see her so I had no choice but to get up.

I stomped out of the room and made my way to the door to the car I knew would be waiting outside. I could see Neyota's figure from the door but as I got closer I realised it couldn't have been him. This figure was an inch or so taller and his hair wasn't at all long enough. Soon enough my mind caught up and I started running when I realised who it was.

"You're back!" I said breathlessly once I finally got to the car.

"Yeah" Luca said looking at me. His eyes were looking over my face as if he was attempting to find something.

"You were gone for two weeks. Started to think you weren't coming back"

"I'm back, don't worry" he laughed.

"I'm glad"

"You are?" He said.

"Of course why wouldn't I be?" I answered, confused.

He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something then closed it  before finally asking "Where are we headed anyway?"

"Just to Anya's house. Didn't Neyota tell you?"

"Is that who's been babysitting you whilst I've been away? Poor guy I should really apologise" he laughed again waiting for me to join in or make some snarky comment but I didn't. I just stood there looking at him and relearning all the things about his face I'd forgotten the past two week.

"I'm glad you're back" I said when I was done.

"You're repeating yourself" he pointed out.

"Because I mean it" I said smiling.

"Well, come on. You're going to make yourself late and the gas is running" he said opening the door for me.

I climbed in feeling rather deflated. It wasn't the great climax I thought it would be when Luca came back but it would have to do.

He was speaking lightheartedly and making jokes but something wasn't quite right. It was exhausting keeping up with his mood swings. I didn't push the conversation once he joined me in the car. He would speak and I would respond but neither of us were really talking. There was clearly something on his mind.

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Uuuuggh I'm sick :(