"It's like a ringing in my ear..."
I muttered to myself, wrists starting to cramp from typing. As my fingers drifted across the keys, I tried to stay focused on the blinking cursor, finding my eyes kept drifting to the papers in the trash can.
"Don't."
John said across my desk, I didn't make eye contact with him, pulling the papers into my hand. Scanning the report with my eyes, I chuckled slightly, pushing blonde strands of my hair from my face.
"Boss is going to have your head for this-"
"I didn't ask for you're opinion John."
Highlighting key parts, Victor Sanchez apparently raped then killed his wife, Amy Sanchez but he denies everything. Reporters have been told to drop questioning unless to give condolences, not help or hurt in any way with the investigation.
"Interesting, I'll check it out."
Sliding the papers into my murse, John tapped his desk angrily with his fingers, but the sound caused me to halt my step. A still ringing sound started to make my thoughts spin, but I cleared my throat, snapping me back to reality. John noticed my moment of weakness, but before he could respond, I stood up. Draping my jacket on my arm, I pulled my murse over my shoulder. Stepping onto the elevator, I pressed 1 for the lobby, holding the door for everyone's boss Jane.
"Thank you."
She said, sliding in front of me to press button 2. I swallowed slowly, why do sounds keep distracting me so much?
"Hmm, are you curious about Victor?"
I saw her gaze on my murse, chuckling nervously for not hiding it very well.
"I was, but seeing the company is dropping it-"
"Not necessarily, I actually want you to investigate it. Could be a big break for you."
"Is that an official order ma'am?"
"It is."
Smiling, now I'm cleared, as Jane's heels clinked off the elevator, she said.
"But be nice, well, as nice as possible."
The elevator doors closed, as I dipped my head. I hate men with a passion, women can be snakes as well, but not as many are trying to get into my pants. I'm an ass, I won't deny that.
"Now where would you be?"
Checking the latest news reports, it's been two days since Victor was charged. But since he's rich he hasn't been escorted to jail just yet, lawyers have kept him out, but I figure not for long.
"Excuse me."
Forgetting I was on an elevator, the first floor was ahead, as I slipped by a woman getting in. Reaching in my murse, I pulled out my car keys, pressing the unlock button. I saw my lights flicker, climbing into my Buick, placing my murse in the passenger seat. Turning the engine over, I drove to a popular restaurant Victor went too a lot on Instagram. Sitting on my hood, I checked the time.
"8:00pm, not too bad."
Looking up, someone was approaching me quickly, and instinctively I pulled out my mace.
"Hey hey don't shoot okay, I need a ride-"
"You have 10 seconds, talk."
"My name is Victor and I didn't kill my wife, I just need space to breathe, please."
Glancing past Victor, his guards or lawyers were in fast pursuit trying to locate him, so I decided to indulge his request.
"Get in the car."
Victor nodded climbing into the passenger seat, as I slid into the driver side once again. Turning the engine over, I said.
"Buckle up."
Before putting my foot to the floor, speeding down the road. Flipping on my right signal, I drifted onto the highway, moving to the middle lane. Then slowed up a bit to merge with traffic. Hearing Victor take some steady breaths getting his seatbelt on, as I stifled a smile on my face, he said.
"So this is funny to you?"
"It's rare I scare a man, and it's a delight to see."
"I'm guessing yours is very spoiled-"
"I don't need a man, I'm not a damsel in distress."
"Clearly."
Turning to look Victor in the eyes, they were almost like cold seas, grief was still fresh in every corner. Drowning behind the smile he was trying to give me.
"What's you're name?"
"Oh no we're not there yet."
"You're a reporter right?"
I gasped slightly seeing him go through my murse, but considering I could crash, I turned back to the road already getting pissed.
"Yep, but clearly you don't know the meaning of privacy."
"Reporters don't know the meaning of privacy."
"Sorry that it's our job to pry-"
Victor threw my murse into the backseat, as I slammed on the brake pulling over.
"What the he-"
"Don't what the hell me! Don't throw my stuff!"
I yelled pushing the gear shift in park.
"I hate people like you."
"Oh what you had a bad break with some reporters and now you think you suddenly know who I am? Is that it?"
"You're selfish, greedy and only look out for yourself, I'm guessing you want some kind of reward for this drive-"
"Get out."
I said glaring directly into Victor's eyes, unlocking his door with my left hand.
"Just like everyone else, looking for the next buck-"
"Get out, now."
Victor smacked his lips before climbing out the car, slamming the door closed as I flipped him off with my right. Pulling the gear shift back in drive, I drove off heading home. Yelling in frustration, this is who I have to put up with? Some grief filled child who gets offended by every little thing-
"Ugh!"
I hit the steering wheel with my hand, angry, but mostly confused as to why I'm turning back. Skidding up some dust on my re-entry, Victor coughed as I parked. He was about to say something snarky but I cut him off with.
"Get in or I'm running you over."
Victor climbed in without saying a word, as I gently drove off this time, deciding to stop at a swimming pool. Parking, I left him in the car, sittting on a far off bench. Slipping my keys into my jacket pocket, it was a little cold, but that actually kept me more alert. Pulling out a cigarette, I flicked open my lighter watching the end burn before placing the cig in my mouth. Closing my lighter, I stared out at the sky, stars were out tonight. Though I rarely ever look up.
"Look um-"
"If you're going to apologize to me, please don't."
"Because you're going to apologize to me?"
I scoffed, inhaling some smoke, stalling a few seconds to put the cig back on my fingers.
