What Life Holds

Chapter 30

Jem's POV

I ran my palm down my face and sighed in exhaustion. My dark brown door swung open and Dylan walked in. "Dylan how many times have I told you, knock." I said not removing my eyes from my laptop. "That's enough of work for today." He said and leaned in front my desk. "I can't." I said in monotone and he sighed.

"Jem at least get up from that chair of yours." He said annoyed. I reductively got up and walked towards the window which was in the size of the wall. I took a look of the dazzling lights which lid up the busy city. My eyes travelled up to the night sky which was glittering with bright stars. Just then my phone started ringing, it was from Jazz.

"I'm listening." I said in a business voice. "I know that idiot." She snapped back, okay she is in a bad mode. "Anyway are you home yet." She asked calming down. "No, why are you not home yet." I asked. Jazz usually goes home by midnight, it's one now. 

"There was an emergency in the hospital. Anyway, I didn't take my car today, got a ride with Jule, can you possibly pick me up, if you finished your work." She said surprisingly polite. I opened by mouth to reply, but she cut me off. "Let me rephrase that, pick me in 5, otherwise I'll break your hand, I hope you still remember senior year." She said, I could feel her smirking at the other end.

"I'll be there." I said. "Good to know I'm still feared." She said chuckling. "Oh please." I said rolling my eyes. I ended the call, and turned to Dylan who was still in my office. "I'm going home, Jazz wanted a ride." I said as I placed the neatly stacked papers on my briefcase. "She threatened to break your hand." He asked lifting his gaze from his phone. 

"Yes, she did. Don't laugh Dylan." I said as he brought his fist to his mouth, to control his laugh. I put my grey trench coat and picked up my briefcase. Dylan and I walked out of my large office and I locked the door.

"You are stressed more than usual lately, what's wrong." He asked as he buttoned his coat. "I'm just on to something. The Swedish dog, caught anything off him." I asked. "Actually, I agree with Joy, he is working for someone, have any idea who?" He asked and he just confirmed what I feared most. "I might have an idea, I'll tell you when the time comes." I replied. "You're killing with the suspense, mate." He muttered rolling his eyes.

"How was new year by the way." I asked my smirk growing, how would believe that the Italian Mafia Don is playing matchmaking. "It was fine." He said. "Just Fine." "It was very awkward, but nice." He said with a small smile. "I don't want to know more than this." I said laughing lightly. "Good bye, mate." He said as we walked separately to our cars. I got in my black Rolls-Royce and placed my briefcase in the back. 

I put the car in auto-pilot and relaxed. The roads were not too crowded so I increased the speed, enjoying the way the car zoomed across the streets. I drove to the hospital where Jazz worked, it was like any other hospital, white walls and a simple structure. 

Jazz was standing in the lobby talking to some other doctor, she looked like would burst out any second. I honked the car to get her attention, and she turned her head. Slightly waving to the lady, she walked towards me.

Her brunette her waving in the wind, she had her bag on her right shoulder and her coat hung on her elbow. She climbed on the passenger seat and closed the door. Her eyes had bags under them and her face looked drained, the usually spark in her eyes were missing.

"Are you all right." I asked. "Ya just tired." She said looking at me. Her eyes were swollen and were rimmed red. "Jazz have you been crying." I asked placing my hand on hers'. "Just drive Jem." She said leaving no place for arguments. I started driving in a medium speed, turning to look at her once in a while.