Chapter 15 #2
“Unfortunately, they’re both deceased.”
“Wow,” I said, not knowing what else I could say.
“Yes, it’s sad for both. But look, I don’t want to hold you too long.
Well, we’ll be in touch if we have any other questions for you,” he said, standing and handing me his card.
“And, if you have anything else that you’d like to share or that you think could be helpful to our investigation, please do get in touch. ”
“Sure,” I said, taking the card as Sincere walked in.
“Mr. Hill, I was just on my way to see you next,” the officer said, holding out his hand for Sincere to shake. I could tell he didn’t want to do it, but he did as the officer went on to explain why he was visiting our office.
“I can’t tell if you’re asking me for my help or trying to accuse me of something,” Sincere said, leaning against the doorframe as the officer talked to him as though he was interrogating him or something.
His demeanor with Sincere was a lot different than how he handled me.
I could definitely see how Sincere felt as though he was trying to accuse him of something.
“No, not at all. Just asking questions, trying to make sense of these two cases. They’re separated, but something in my gut tells me that they’re connected somehow.”
“Oh, I see. Well, if you have any more questions, feel free to send them to my attorney. In fact, if you have questions for anyone in my office, send them to my attorney. The receptionist at the front desk should be able to give you his card. Have a good day,” he said, moving to the side so they could leave.
The other officer, who hadn’t said anything, scooted past him with his hand on his waist. I knew he was resting it on his gun, for what, I didn’t know, though. Either way, Sincere seemed unfazed by both as they exited my office.
“Are you good?” He asked, taking a seat at my desk as I did the same.
“Yeah, I didn’t think I would be getting news like that today. I mean, I didn’t care for either one of them, but I definitely wouldn’t have wished them dead, not for real, at least. I might’ve said it in my head a few times,” I said, feeling guilty as hell about that.
“Yeah, shit is crazy. I can’t say that they didn’t deserve it, though. They were both living foul as fuck, if you ask me.”
“True. I guess karma caught up with them. Anyway, I don’t want to spend too much time thinking or talking about them. I’m sorry for what happened to them, but that doesn’t erase the fact that they both tried to make my life a living hell whenever they could.”
“Indeed. How are you doing on the new artist marketing plan?”
“Good. I’ll be ready to give a presentation by Friday. I’ll make sure to put some time on your calendar.”
“Cool. Well, I have meetings all day. So, I need to get out of here. If I don’t see you later around here, I’ll see you at home,” he said, coming around to my side of the table.
I loved it when he called his home my home.
Since he hadn’t officially asked me to move in with him yet, I still didn’t consider his home to be mine even though he clearly did.
As his hands wrapped around my waist, I glanced to make sure no one was passing by my office.
Everyone already knew that we were a couple, but I still had the fear of people thinking that I was getting special treatment because I was the boss’s woman.
I worked hard to get to where I was and to bring the company to where it was on the publicity front, and I didn’t want anyone to take that away from me because of our relationship status.
“You sure you’re good?” He asked, raising his eyebrow.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I said, smiling and knowing that he could see right through my bullshit.
I had already learned that it didn’t really make sense for me to try to hide things from him.
He already knew when I wasn’t good, and he wouldn’t let it go until I told him what was on my mind.
That was something that we had in common.
My job was to fix problems, and he loved fixing other people’s problems if the solution was within his reach.
And when it came to him, he could always get the solution that he wanted within his reach.
“Nah, you’re not. So, we’re going to sit here until you tell me what’s wrong,” he said, getting up and taking a seat on my side of the desk, pulling my chair closer, and pointing for me to have a seat.
“You know, you’re very persistent. You would’ve done well in PR, too,” I said, laughing as I took a seat.
“Yeah, I know. So, tell me what’s on your mind.”
“It’s nothing, I promise. And don’t you have meetings to get to? I don’t want you to be late.”
“I’ve told you time and time again that shit doesn’t start until I get there. So, tell me what’s up.”
“I just don’t want people to talk about us in the office,” I said, sighing.
“Is that it?”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
Laughing, he replied, “Well, I can tell you now that they’re already talking. But, not in the ways you think. From what I hear, they actually think you’re a good look for me. They say you’ve made me nicer.”
“Really? I thought they would’ve thought that you were giving me favoritism since we’re together. I don’t want them to think that I don’t work as hard as everyone else around here does.”
“Do I give you favoritism?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Do you work your ass off the same, if not more, as everyone else who works here?”
“Yeah, I do,” I said proudly.
“So, tell me again, what the problem is.”
“Well, when you put it that way, maybe there is no problem.”
“Exactly. Now, if you’d like me to shut down all the talk around the office, I will. But you need to know that a nigga craves you all the time, so if I want to touch you, kiss you, or shit, just come sit in here to share the same space as you, then that’s what I’m going to do.”
“Trust me, I know. And no, if no one has any hidden animosity, then I think we’re good.”
“Cool. Now, give me a kiss so I can get out of here,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me up to him.