Emotionally Compromised (#1) (Available On Amazon) [Preview]

Chapter 17 - The Reveal

JEREMY HUNT

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            I stroll quickly out of my office building in a hurry. It is already 1:10pm. I am running 10 minutes late and that is not how I wanted to start off seeing Alex. Last night ended on a more awkward note than I would have like and I feel like I need to level it out.

            I found that I was throwing myself into work all day. Forcing myself to let everything go and have faith in the situation at hand.

            For the most part I was able to leave my wandering heart at the door while I went into meetings and answered waiting messages. It was a lot harder than I imagined though.

            I received a text from Alex telling me I would be picked up out front of the building.

            As I approached the curb the strangest thing occurred.

            “Excuse me sir, Mr. Hunt?”

            The deep voice was definitely being clipped with me, and I tensed. I am not in the mood.

            I begin to straighten my tie as I twist my body to look at who is trying to get my attention. Surprised by what I see, I examine the burly man, in his odd perfectly tailored suit, and sharp shave.  I just assume it is someone in the media, “I’m sorry, I am not doing interviews right now.”

            And I begin to scan the street for a sign of Alex, but the voice continues.   

            “No, Mr. Hunt I need you to come with me.”

            And I freeze. The man slips a wallet from his blazer, and flashes me a type of government police badge. What the…

            I understand what that means, and before I can manage a response he beats me to it, “Sir, let’s not make a scene. Can you please just step inside. Everything will be explained. No harm will come to you.”

            And as if knowing that I wouldn’t refuse he opens the door to a black unmarked Cadillac.

            I glance around the street and come under the unfortunate realization that people are beginning to stare.

            I boil with anger and straighten out my tie again as I unwillingly take a seat in the back of the car. As the man still holds the gleaming badge, and before he shuts the door I can get a glimpse of its lettering, “The FBTCP, what the hell is that?” Where is Alex? Sweeping feeling of worry and guilt flows through me.

            The moment I pull out me cell phone the man slips in the front seat and says, “Sir, no calls. Please.”

            I find myself angry and confused as I slip my phone back into my pocket. What the hell is going on…

ALEX TURNER

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I’m sitting on Captain Alvarado’s desk looking out through the open walled windows anticipating Jeremy’s entry. My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. I should have been the one picking him up, but because of stupid protocol…

            Suddenly Derek jabs me in the arm, “Its gonna be ok, Turner”

            I smirk in response but I just don’t believe him.