Red Verification | z.m ✔️

Chapter six.

🌙Diamonds and the rings are her fantasy, She chase hearts with the Hennessy.🌙

•ZAYN•

I roll my chair and huff as I play with the tiny Egyptian suvonyier Abu El Hol, I remember buying it from a little Arabian shop around London, I thought I lost it, but I found it today in my closet, but like, I was 100% sure I lost it?

"Spent a check on a weekend, Oh my God! I might do it all again," Erick enters my office singing, he must be in a good mood, but then again, he's always in a good mood.

"Well hello bro, spending a good day so far?" He hums nodding his head, still singing.

"I just hit a three peat, fucked three hoes I meet this week -which is true by the way-" he wiggles his eyebrows at me.

I scrunch my face up at him, "I never asked." He laughs and continues humming to the song.

"Why the hell are you smiling a lot today?" I furrow my eyebrows, he's always happy go lucky but today it's a bit more than usual.

"What, I smile, because I have nothing to frown about." He shrugs, extending his smile even more -I didn't think it was possible-.

I roll my eyes and shake my head, letting go of the subject, he'll tell me eventually, he always does.

He opens his mouth, about to say something but the opening of the door cut him off.

Does anyone here ever heard of knocking?

"Malik, She's here." Me and Erick exchange looks, then quickly get up and go to the interrogation room.

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"Femme fetale, fucking finally, this moment is so iconic, mind if I take a selfie with you? I'd like to show it to my grandchildren in the future." I mentally face-palm at Erick, femme fatale looks at him as if he's grown two heads, but Erick being Erick, he goes and takes a selfie with her confused face, I roll my eyes at his childishness.

I close the door behind us and walk towards the table, I sit the papers and the pen I had with me on the table, I turn to Erick with a serious expression, "Erick, behave." I simply say, this shit is serious and he's acting like that, even though -I'll admit it- it was pretty funny.

"Man I'm out of here, she's all yours, I got what I wanted!" And just like that, he storms out of the room.

The room is small and square, with two plastic chairs, a table and an empty water dispenser. The window is cracked, allowing a faint but pleasant smell of moisture into the room. The walls are cream and bare, the corners curling inward where the cheap 80's wallpaper is beginning to peel and rot.

The light outside is now fading, the watery sun shining a single, dust-laden bar of brightness into the room.

"Well, well, well, my mate was right, this is honestly an iconic moment, I am Detective Malik. I am here to interrogate you." I say, she looks so unimpressed.

I slightly purse my lips, this is gonna be a hard one.

I take a seat in front of her, "Let's start with, your real name, shall we?"