SHE

Chapter 7: Speechless

Rue Scarce

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I held the flash drive tightly in my hand as I typed against the keyboard irritatingly. I had a very rough night and I prefer not to be disturbed as I'm too busy to handle any thing else apart from my business.

I've been locked in my unit for two whole days without stepping out and all I have been doing is facing the same white screen.

I had many leads and I almost gained the personal details of the people involved with the Montreal Organization. All that's left is my next course of action.

I turned the device off and stood to walk towards the kitchen. I don't usually cook but I bake bread and cookies to fill my stomach instead of buying out and letting other people meddle in my place.

When I drank my glass of milk, flashbacks came rushing.

"Don't you have a beer or wine in stock?" The man asks, pushing his head through the fridge.

"I don't drink inappropriate beverages." I mumbled. That's mostly true all because I have another life living in me now.

I placed the glass of milk over my lips and was about to take a sip when he grabbed it out of my grip and drank it himself.

"Shit. It's purely milk without any sugar. You drink these kind of things?" He comments, his face scrunched up disapprovingly.

"None of your business, Mr Riot. And no cursing in my comfort zone."

I shook my head, completely puzzled as to why I have those memories circling my mind when all that man did was to distract me from my line of work.

When I placed all the dishes back after washing it, I turned to look at the coffee table that looks similar to the one I had in Los Angeles.

"You'll ruin your eyes if you keep on looking at that screen." He stated, sitting beside me against the sofa.

"I'm busy as it is, Mr Riot. Will you please leave and mind your own business?" I answered, not taking my eyes off the device.

"Nah. I'm good."

I rolled my eyes in irritation and accidentally hit the cup of coffee.

I didn't react as the liquid spread through the plain table but I guess the man has his own prized reflexes when he pulled my laptop off its place before the coffee could wreck it.

I can almost feel his lips weaving into a smirk.

"You owe me one for that, Sweetheart."

I sighed then grabbed my jacket and wallet, leaving my unit for the first time in a while.

I should find a job enough to hide my identity. I drove through the city and past the large buildings, looking for the company's building where I applied as the president's secretary.

Though Vindik Riot offered me the same job, I couldn't stay there anymore, considering New York is the best place to find my primary target.

I stepped out of my car, gazing up at two buildings that looked the same in front of me. I stared at the people walking in and out of both the buildings and sighed when I couldn't identify which one of the buildings my new work lies.

I shake my head and chose to walk towards the right one. I entered the building uncertain but I kept walking until I came face to face with the woman at the reception desk.