A Slice of Inside Job To-Go

Finding Orrin [Part 4]

"Thank you, Reags."

The tall, muscular man was sitting on Reagan's couch, wrapped in a Hello Kitty blanket as he sipped the sweet hibiscus tea that Reagan had just placed on his hands. He was as vulnerable as a baby in the forest.

"I'm sorry you have to see me like this. I don't know what got over me," Brett whispered his eyes getting lost in the hot liquid, trying to analyze every particle of the beverage.

"Hey, you've taken care of me in worse situations. And usually drunk; this is nothing," she sat next to him, and looked at his scared face with a soft smile, "Would you like to stay here tonight? I can order pizza or Chinese food. Or whatever Uber Eats can offer us, it's on me."

Brett nodded and remained quiet, sipping again from the cup. His eyes were red and irritated, and so was his nose after all the intense crying.

She stayed with Brett all night long; she even slept on the couch after being imprisoned by Brett's heavy body; he had fallen asleep in her arms.

The next morning, she woke up a bit earlier than usual. It was weird, she did not dream at all. She just closed her eyes and suddenly was awake.

She decided to skip work that day, and informed the team with a text message that Brett would be absent too.

"What are the odds" Gigi had texted back, and Reagan rolled her eyes.

"Cant wait to read theyre fucking minds and get ol the detailzz" Myc answered and Reagan blocked her phone. The team was nasty.

She waited for Brett to wake up and kissed his forehead as he opened his eyes.

"Wakey Wakey little... Bretty," worst rhyme she had ever said, but it made her bestie smile and that was worth the silent humiliation, "I gotta go visit my father at Prison X," she said in a low, soft tone. Brett raised his body, finally setting Reagan free as she stood up and cracked her back.

"Why?"

"I have some questions for him."

Brett looked disappointed as he observed Reagan walk into her room. He would've loved spending more time cuddling in her feminine arms, feeling his head being pet, and listening to her beautiful voice whisper cute things to his ear.

He heard the shower being turned on, and he decided that the least he could do right now, was to cook breakfast for her.

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Reagan allowed Brett to stay as she left in her car. Although she would have appreciated some additional support in her meeting, she knew she had to do this alone.

She entered Cognito by the back, a secret door to which only a few had access. Not everyone could visit their convicted family, but being a CEO gave her privileges. She requested a room and was left alone with her father. Rand entered the room tied up with chains on his wrists and ankles, guarded by two mysterious tall men. They forced the old man to take a sit across the table that would divide him and her daughter.

"Hey, kiddo, good to see you baby gi-"

"Save your shit, Rand. Who was Orrin?" She went straight to the point, refusing to listen to more than what she wanted to know.

Rand let out a relentless smirk.

"What do you want to know?"

"Don't play games with me. You've fucked up my mind enough already," her fingerless hand had turned into a fist, furious at Rand's shameless gestures.

"Don't frown, sweetheart. It makes you age faster."

"Good Lord. Ok. Rot in prison, you motherfuck-" she rumbled as she stood up from her chair, ready to leave right away, but her father stopped her.