Handled

Chapter One

I tapped my pen against the glass table, my chair swiveling slightly in boredom as we waited in the large conference room of Silver Inc.

"I don't understand! I love him so much and he just leaves me like this! Doesn't tell me he wants a divorce but leaves the papers for me to find on the kitchen counter? What did I do to deserve this?" Raina wailed wildly, her mascara running on her perfect round face as she looked over at me in utter despair.

I patted her back lightly, with a wince. Her black dress was beyond expensive, but she was only wearing black because she was 'in mourning'.

Yet her black leather red bottoms and her glittering diamond necklace and ring seemed to beg to differ.

She looked like she was doing great.

Financially.

Her hair has been dyed blond, strange enough complimenting her light brown skin. Her almond shaped eyes still filled to the brim with tears as her plump lips quivered in sadness.

People told us we looked like sisters all the time, even though we were just cousins.

But whereas Raina looked to be windswept straight from a movie. I always looked like I had been windswept into some bullshit.

Which happened a lot.

Like right now.

My dearest cousin had demanded I be here to help her get through signing her first round of divorce papers.

Why?

Because I was the meanest bitch she apparently knew, and even though I had no degree in law or any real knowledge of how a divorce works, she said she needed me.

And after her pity inducing sobs, here I am.

My dear cousin had somehow found herself married to one of the most wealthy men in the city.

Somehow.

And apparently he was done playing husband and house, because she had come home one day to find all her shit in their front yard and the doors locked against her.

I loved my cousin. She and I had grown up together, damn near sisters.

But as we had grown up she had gone one way and I the other.

Where she had dyed her hair to perfection, mine was still the same shade of dark onyx comprised of unruly curls. She had decided to stay slender and thin, while my body had taken on curves that filled out anything I wore.

We were different, but as I looked at her tear filled brown eyes that matched my own, I realized ... we were still so different.

"I told you if you kept crying I was going to leave you." I sighed in annoyance, especially when she broke into more sobs, her usual calm and happy demeanor completely shattered by some dick in a penthouse.

"I just don't know what I did, Zola! I love him and how could he treat me this way, like some common -"

"Gold digger?"

There were those annoying sobs again.

I patted her back again. No more calling her a gold digger, this sobbing is giving me a headache. 

"But I-i'm not one! I-I love him, I swear" she cried, pitifully into her hands. 

I tried not to roll my eyes, "Ray, I've never met him. Neither had your Mother or even Nana. Maybe he thought you weren't really in it, because you never showed him anything real about yourself" I muttered, watching the clock tick away the rest of my day with no remorse.