Give A Little More

Chapter 3

"Bye Rike, have a good day!" I shouted out the door as I straightened my blouse. "Wait!" He yelled back, going back to fixing his hair for work. He stopped in front of the mirror for a split second, looking over himself and his suit and tie. "I'll see you when you come home tonight." He said, winking at me. "You got it dude," I winked back and left his place in a much better mood this morning than yesterday. After a long hot shower with him, I relaxed after my monsterous day and slept like a baby last night.

I walked up the street and to my office with coffee in my hands for my favortie co-workers and took my sun glasses off my face, putting them onto my desk. "Heyyyyy," Ellington said, "If it isn't our fearless leader," He spun his chair around, "Did you nail Rikey good after your stressful day?" "Shut up!" I handed him his coffee and gave him the finger, turning all smiles to Rydel, who was already busy at her desk. "Oh my god, Harper," She looked up at me, "We have to have this done in a hour?" "Chill, Del, we got this!" I breathed as I sat down at my desk and began going through the papers, "an hour for all of this?" I whined, "Jesus Christ I can feel the stress already," I sorted out my paperwork and a small envelope fell out of the stack.

"Who is this from Rydel?" I asked, looking it over, "I don't know," She said, looking over at it, "Open it," "Maybe it's a love note from Riker," Ell whisper-yelled. "Fuck off Ratliff," I rolled my eyes, opening the envelope, and seeing the small card. "Emily from Baltimore Times," I read, "Pretty handwriting," I laughed, opening it. "How did they get this address?" I asked around. "This was the address we gave in case they wanted to come down for an interview, no one knows it's the FBI Building." Rydel explained to me.

I read aloud, "I understand you want to know the truth of our company and the allegations against us, however we sell the merchandise for exactly what they are worth and nothing less, put that in your article. Yours truly, Angela." I looked up to Rydel and Ellington's stunned faces, "Take that to Creighton now!" Rydel pointed. I shrugged, putting it in my drawer and continuing to type. "Sounds like someone is angry," Ell said, typing his papers. "It'll be fine," I encouraged, "Someone's just having a little fun, but I'd say we go pay Angela a little visit at her clothing store."

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"We have officers around the corner in case something strange happens, but I don't foresee anything." Creighton said into our radio," "We're just gonna pose like we're from the newspaper, Creighton. If anything crazy happens we'll call." "Okay Soliel, you three be careful." "Yes, sir." I looked at Rydel, "Ready?" "Hell yeah." She nodded, giving me a smile.

The three of us straightened ourselves and walked in like we owned the place, Rydel and I's heels clicking against the white marble as she went to the check out counter. "Hi, can I speak with the owner?" Rydel asked the lady at the counter. "One moment," The woman said, walking away. The store was clean and prestigious, very high end. "I wonder why they sell clothes as a cover up? Obviously some drug lord is really into high end living..." Rydel whispered to us. "Can I help you?" A scary looking woman in black emerged in front of us, wearing leather pants and a black leather jacket, with sky high heels to boot with bright red nails and lipstick. A tall brown haired man appeared behind her, an obvious bodyguard. "I'm Emily from Baltimore Times and I received a letter from this address," I sighed, "We just wanted to talk to you about the allegations-" I started. "Stop there." She said, red lips pursed, slowly turning into a frown. "The allegations are false, good day." She turned to walk away.

"We have evidence to prove otherwise." Ellington spoke, stepping in front of us. "Evidence," The woman laughed, "I doubt you have solid evidence of anything. Now if you'll be leaving, I'd appreciate it." She turned her back on us once more. "Can we at least get a name?" I called out and she froze, turning to look at us for only a moment before speaking, "If you don't know who I am, I am insulted." She called to us, leaving behind the curtains abruptly. We all stood dumbfounded and stalked slowly to the door. "Angela," the lady behind the counter spoke softly, "Her name is Angela Pierce."

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"That is ridiculous!" Mr. Creighton yelled into his phone, "Well call me when you get a location, thanks." He slammed the phone down harshly and I came into his office, "Sir," I said, handing him my papers, "I wrote out what happened this morning, you said we'd go over it and you'd file it in the incident reports file." I extended my hand. "Yes, come in, of course," He took the papers and began reading them over. I straightened my black pencil skirt and waited. Mr. Creighton was looking intently at my papers. His face was scrunched, showing his age. He had graying brown hair and was balding from the stress of working with the FBI; still, he was handsome for his age which was probably in his 50's or so.

His hand ran through his small amount of hair and set the report down. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and I nodded at him, looking around, "So did they get them or?" "No," He stated blankly, "Ratliff went back in with two men afterwards to bring her in for questioning and she wasn't there, in fact no one you all described was there. A total waste of our damn time, Soleil, I'm telling you." "Sure is," I rolled my eyes and continued, "I did searches on the one name we had and someone that looks awfully familiar to her and with the same first name, is wanted for leading gang activity around California, with at least six other charges in other places around the US, and of course the drug charges, but there are like 6 names I can't break down any further."

"Let's not jump to conclusions, Soleil," He stated, "Angela is a common name and the charges filed against said person are also very common. Go talk to your partners, get some coffee, type up the papers I set on your desk, got it?" I rolled my eyes, "Don't you think my very traumatic experience is too much for me to be doing work right now?" I asked him sarcastically, sending a gleaming smile. "If you have time to be DOING your partner's brother, then you have time to do your work, go," He spat. "How do you know about that?" I laughed. "I'm your boss, I know these things, I listen to you guys talk." He looked straight to my eyes, "Work, Soleil, go." I stood up, saluting him because it annoys him and leaving.

We spent the rest of our afternoon working to put together the pieces to Angela's puzzle, but she was good. She hired people off the street we were sure, killed them when she didn't want them anymore, and had several men under her 6 inch heels doing anything she wanted, and right now it looked like there was no way we could stop her.

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After editing this chapter just how I wanted it, I realized there's like 0 instances of Riker and Harper. But eh. Stay tuned.
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