We belong together [Rewriting]

04[Rewritten]

~Harry Stiles

I might have bit more than I could chew. Between my blossoming business, my responsibility with Salvador and classes at Uni, I was busy. It was beginning to be more than I bargained for.

At this point, one thing has to give, either classes or the cartel and there was no way I would give up the cartel, because then starting this business would've been pointless, a waste of time and effort, a lot of effort on my part. This security company exists to support and launder the cartel's cashflow.

Hearing a knock on the door, I lifted my head tearing my eyes away from the computer screen. I muttered 'come in'. The door handle  swaying down, Wendy, the temp assistant I hired strode it, her heels making a clicking sound with each step. My eyes hovered over her outfit for a brief moment, noting what she wore, a simple black skirt that ended a little after her knees, the length always at the respectable place. Wendy's light blue dress shirt was neatly ironed and tucked into her skirt, the buttons clasped from top to bottom, only a small skin of her chest visible. Her daily attire almost always the same.

Leaning back on the leather chair, I waited until she stood in front of my desk. "What is it?" I asked Wendy. Unlike her predecessors, Wendy was not as fragile, or as forthcoming, or as flirty. She respectable me despite being seven years younger than her. She did not come onto me nor does she wear suggestive clothing. Wendy might but all last in this job. Wendy placed a blue folder on my desk, the company's name and logo nicely printed on it.

Wendy stood upright holding a sticky note, following her hands, she pasted the yellow square paper on the top right corner of my computer screen. My eyes scanning the words written on it, a reminder to respond to Mrs Fisher's e-mail about the security of her charity event.

"Team Omega is in position at the hotel sir," I nodded, gesturing her to continue as I listened to Wendy give me the sit-rep on the hotel job. My jaw clenching ever so slightly but not at Wendy or her report but at sitting in a stuffy office all day. "Tim sent over the potential recruits for you to look over." My gaze followed Wendy's line of sight to the folder she placed on my table a moment ago. "And lastly, your sister called. She said to call her back immediately."

Intertwining her hands, Wendy stepped back, stopping a few feet away from my desk awaiting my verbal dismissal of her before she can return to her desk. I picked up the folder and opened it, "you can go." I told Wendy without looking up from the papers. Wendy spun around and half aware of her retreating footsteps, I stretched my hand, picking up the office phone and dialling the number to Jane's office and not her reception.

Listening to the ring, I waited a few seconds before a woman picked up the phone. "Jane Stiles' office, how can I help you today?" The woman spoke, very professionally. Clearing my throat, I spoke into the transmitter.