4. - – Kabrina
CHAPTER FOUR
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KAbrINA
Present Day
I head to my office, where I know I'm behind on case files.
For some reason, there has been a lot of crime in the area recently.
There are days when I really want to give up on this whole prosecutor thing, but I know I can't. Spending countless hours on the job has kept me away from my boyfriend, Alexander.
He's not pleasant to be around, so I try to bury myself in work to not fall victim to his abuse.
A few years back, I felt so lonely in life.
I had no idea what to do, so I turned to online dating, which led me to Alexander.
He seemed like the sweetest man there could be, but a year into our relationship, everything started to change.
He would micromanage my every move, kick me in the ribs whenever he felt like it, and would have sex with me even when I said no.
There are so many days I use my job as an outlet to not be in his presence.
I've had people at work ask me why I don't just leave him, but it's not that easy.
Being a well-known prosecutor has its challenges.
If I wanted to get up and leave to practice somewhere else, he would just find me.
Plus, my parents wouldn't let me stop working for their company, even if I tried to.
My dad often says, “Sweetie, you're going to run this company one day when I no longer can.” I can't seem to muster up the courage to just abandon him and the company.
Between the chaos of my relationship, family, and work, I still manage to get up every day and put on a brave face to serve the state in their different cases.
When I’m sitting at my desk sifting through the different case files, the company receptionist stops by my office.
“Hi, Ms. Knight, someone left you a note with a sunflower,” she says, handing it over to me.
I’ve been thinking about you.
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It's so weird to see my boyfriend leaving a note for me at work, and the fact that he says he's thinking about me is bizarre. This morning, we didn't end on a good note when I left the house, so this just doesn't make sense.
“Thank you, Malinda.”
I decide not to ask her any more questions because at this point, it doesn’t really matter.
I’m just shocked to see a good gesture from him for once.
Maybe it’s because he tries to butter me up after something bad happens, or maybe he has a genuine change of heart.
Whatever it is, I will have to figure it out later.
A few hours go by, and I'm finally caught up on all the case files that I have on my desk.
Never again am I going to let things get this piled up.
There are cases that range from first-degree murder to second-degree murder to manslaughter.
I always like the challenge of these cases because they allow me to get justice for the victims whose lives were taken too soon.
When I first told my parents about my cases, they told me to be careful.
“Kabrina, you better be careful with locking these people up. It’s been known that sometimes when they get released, they come looking for the one who put them away,” Mom would say.
I often shrugged her off because who in their right mind would come looking for me years after they're released.
It hasn't happened yet, but I'm sure as hell going to knock on some wood that it won't happen now or in the future.
Seriously, who has the time to do all that searching?
Once I'm done for the day, I grab my purse and make my way to the parking garage, where I locate my silver sedan.
As I'm walking, something feels off. I look around the parking garage and don't see anyone there.
Maybe I'm just tripping, but it really does feel like there are eyes on me or something.
Once I'm sure I don't see anything or anyone, I hop in my car and make my way home so I can ask Alexander about the note and sunflower.