I am not lonely [Mystrade] - BOOK 2

Chapter 208 : Furious

The elder Holmes was pacing around the hallway furiously. The receptionist looked at him discreetly over the top of her counter and cleared he throat gently to attract his attention.

"What ?" the man exclaimed quite sharply.

"Is there anything I can do for you ?" the young woman wondered in a shy voice.

"No. Thank you, I will wait." the politician retorted his voice like a blade.

Slightly afraid and not willing to be rowed at, the woman buried herself into some paperwork and left the man to his nervous pacing. It didn't took long before she understood what the man was there about.

As lunch time arrived the hallway became flowded by angry business men and women on their way to some of the nearest restaurant. About three minutes after the first group of people had gone through the entrance door, the elevator opened on a group of middle-aged woman working as accountant on the third floor. They were joyfully chatting about whatever they had seen on television the previous night when the official grabbed one of them by the arm and dragged her to the closest opened room. She protested but he didn't seem to care in anyway.

"Eleanor Jennings you fucking bitch." he spitted at her as soon as he had closed the door.

It wasn't his usual way of greeting people, even those he despite to the core of his bones but this time he was so furious he could have well murdered her if he had had anything to do it. If he hadn't been so physically weak for combat he certainly would have punched her in the face before she even had the time to talk but he was a man of words and not of punches.

"What the hell does that mean Mycroft Holmes !" the woman erupted insisting with disgust on the name of her interlocutor.

"And what the hell does that mean ?" the man retorted on the same tone, shoving her a piece of paper in the face.

"This is what you deserve for your threats of sending me judges just to help that poor little bastard ex-husband of mine." she slurred, poison in her eyes.

"What I did was legal." Mycroft spitted just inches away from her face.

"This is a perfectly legal complaint too." the woman smirked, apparently not impressed by the man she was facing.

"This is a bunch of fucking lies." the elder Holmes lost his temper. "You are the most disgusting and distasteful woman I ever approached but even to your level this art !"

"Don't worry, it won't affect your little pityfull career if you pretend you had no idea what was going on." Eleanor chuckled, unafraid.

"I wouldn't worry about my career if I was you but about your even rights to exist as a free woman." Mycroft replied getting even closer to her.

"Oh you think so." the woman retorted in a smirk.

"Do you know what that is ?" the politician ignored her remark. His voice had come back to the cold, razor like tone he would use when he was threatening the worst criminal he could come across. "This is a USB key we found in your bedside table. It contain all the needed proof to link you the Chinese mole problem we had at the palace. The sentence would be prononce by a martial court without possibility of a second trial and god knows how easy it is to lost a cell key."

For the first time since they had entered the room the woman had been made silent. She was vicious but Mycroft was an experience civil servant at the heart of the nation and had power beyond her understanding. She had wanted to play but she was soon to be outplayed and the outcome was not going to be one she liked.

"There is a police station just round the corner. You are going to go there, right now, and take back your complaint. Then, and only then, I could be so kind to pretend this USB key doesn't exist." the official explained showing her the key once more. "And don't think you can fool me, I have eyes everywhere."