Caroline|COMPLETED(L.T)

F O U R T E E N

"Yo, Larry, my man." 

Larry groaned as he heard the familiar garbled voice of his assistant, or whatever you wanted to call someone who was under another's position. He sighed in annoyance, trying to keep his focus on the computer in front of him. 

"What?" Larry said aloud, his fingers working non stop against his keyboard. His eyes stayed fixed on the screen as he continued to type, and his coworker entered the small cubicle he was in, looking down at the computer. 

"What's this?" He asked, placing his forearm on Larry's shoulder. Larry stopped typing briefly as he looked at the arm resting on him. He then huffed, shaking his head as he looked back at his computer screen. He didn't like being touched unless he asked to be, and his coworkers knew that, but they never respected it. 

"It is an essay," he said dryly. "I am applying for a new job." 

"Oh wow. Larry is too good for us now?" 

That's exactly what it is. 

Larry ignored the thought, and he shook his head, dropping his arms from the desk in front of him. His focus was broken now, and he couldn't even finish what he wanted to type, so he might as well converse with the man, though he hated the mere thought of it. 

"No," he lied. "I just want to work at a place where I am comfortable. You guys is too strict and you down my back all the time. You don't get tired of that?" 

The rough man shrugged, and he dropped his arm from Larry's shoulder, leaning against the small wall of the cubicle. "Not really. At least I get my work done instead of slacking off. That seems to be what you've been doing, huh?" 

The man laughed gruffly, and he hit Larry's shoulder playfully, a short sigh leaving his lips afterwards. Larry rolled his eyes and he stood from his chair, wiping his shoulder off noticeably, watching as the guy's face turned from amused to offended. He didn't even give a damn. 

"I do not slack off, Jeremy," he said, pushing his glasses up on his face. "And do not touch me again. Now what do you want?" 

Jeremy glared at Larry for a few seconds before he broke the eye contact, his hand coming up to wipe his beard gently. "Boss needs you to start working on an issue for Fox News soon. Apparently some girl has been missing for a while and her friends won't stop coming to the police for help. They've been filing missing person reports all week." 

"Her friends?" Larry asked, walking out of his cubicle. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked down the pathway, his eyes running over the rest of the people working in the office. "No mother or father come in? Just them?" 

"They don't know about her dad, but from what they say her mom could care less about where she was. One of them showed an officer text messages between her and the mother and the mother didn't care...at all." 

Larry hummed, turning into the break room. Jeremy followed behind him and he watched as Larry walked towards the fridge, taking out a water bottle before shutting it. 

"We have a name for the friends?" 

"Uh," Jeremy sighed, scratching the back of his neck. "The girls name is Raya, but I forgot the guy's name. They were pretty broken up about the whole thing. Poor kids." 

"Yeah," Larry sighed, opening up the water bottle. He sipped from the bottle to wet his throat before he spoke again. "Who is the girl?" 

"Her name is Caroline.... Hamilton, I think. Yeah, Caroline Hamilton." 

Larry frowned as he downed more of the water and he thought for a minute, wondering where he heard the name from. It sounded too familiar to him and the more he thought about it, the more frustrated he got.