Mercy and leniency are two of the most important things you can give people. Chance after chance to do one thing. It seems like to give you have to get. And I've been getting my patience tested by some ridiculous ass higher power.
I'm currently sifting through a pile of blue folders to give to my employees. Cases are starting to stack up and I need everyones hands on deck. Literally. I have three sorted stacks which James should be getting soon, so he can hand them out. If not, I'll do it myself during my lunch break. The last group of folders are crimes done by the same people, making it easier for me to sort. I sigh in relief as I finish and lean back in my chair. I'm not so tired because James did keep his promise and he helped keep some work-load off my back.
I came back with a lot less work that I would usually have. But speak of the devil and he shall appear...
"I got coffee and I got ears!," James bellows with glee as he enters my office. He's holding a coffee in his left hand and coffee with a bag in his right. "You know what I want to hear."
"You look better than Jennifer Lawrence?"
"You flatter me," he says, letting his distaste for the woman be known. I don't know how or why it started, but he never lets a chance to slander her name pass by. "Don't try to direct the conversation elsewhere. Spill."
I take my coffee from his outstretched hand along with the bag full of treats. James traded out my office chair for a more comfortable one. He sits down in it and immediately grabs a stack of folders to put a sticker on them. After placing a clear sticker on them he or both of us will write names on top to make it obvious about who's covering what case. I underestimate my employees sometimes, but deep down I know they all have what it takes to gain our firm a win.
"About the club?"
"Yes, the club. Unless you went to Barney's sanctuary. That'd be an entirely different conversation," James pipes up. He's so weird, but unique in his very own way.
"Intoxicator," I taste the name of the club on my coffee stained tongue. "I like it. You really do know me all too well."
That earns a knowing smile from James' side. He slides me a stack of folders that had all the stickers placed on it and grabs another. I grab a sharpie from my supply cup and start writing names on top.
"No one interested me at first," I slide the folders back to him as I'm done writing names. "That changed by the end of the night."
That really peaked his interest. His eyebrows raise and he glances up at me for a quick second before going back to the folders. We're on stack two out of four.
"Do tell me more."
He's still placing stickers onto the second stack, leaving my hands free. I dig into the bag of treats to receive a tart with strawberry filling. The chewy goodness has me going in for seconds while humming in delight. James holds out a hand, so I give him two treats of his own. He has the same reaction as me and we both silently agree to get the treats again sometime.
"He has tattoos that hug and wrap around his body like a snake who's scared to let go of his prey..."
"Descriptive," James notes.
"He has dark eyes that scream danger but a good ass body that says take control of me," I say while leaning back in my chair. I close my eyes and see him standing at the bar. Seeing him trying his best to seduce that woman, and him leaving with disdain.
"He must be something if you're about to have an orgasm from a simple memory," James points out, interrupting my eutrophic thoughts.
I roll my eyes at his comment and grab the second stack of folders that he slid to me. Now it's his turn to freely dig in the bag of heaven.
"I want to see him again. The things I've imagined doing are nothing but sin," I admit.
"Are you going back?"
I nod.
"Friday. I'll give myself another free day after work and hope he's there," I start writing names on the folders.
"Bring me, yeah? He might have a friend."
"He did have a male friend. If you want a cock in your mouth, I'll surely introduce you," I joke, a laugh escaping my mouth.
"M-ma'am," a voice intrudes our conversation. It was an employee of mine. A newcomer.
"Yes, Nadia?"
"There's someone here to see you. Said you two know each other very well."
James and I share a confused look. James is the only one in this state that I know "very well." Everyone else is long forgotten or dead.
"Bring them to me. Tell Alisha to clock in their information."
Nadia nods before scurrying off to relay my message and obtain the person who claims they know me oh-so-well.
"The fuck?" James outbursts.
"Yeah," I say.
Heels click against my marble floors and soon enough my eyes catch smooth legs before trailing up to see a woman I was sure was somewhere far away from here. She smiles sweetly at me and tells Nadia that she can go. Nadia, of course not knowing her, stays and waits for my instruction.
"Go ahead, Nadia. Thank you," I assure her. She nods before turning around and leaving.
James puts his hand on my arm before following in Nadia's footsteps. He closes the door behind him, giving her the perfect chance to speak.
"I see you and James got closer," she says, almost spitefully.
"I see you're still a bitch," I retort, not liking the way she sounded about James. My best friend and partner in everything. I sit back down at my desk and finish up the stickers that he started. The woman standing before me just glares. "Oh, did I say that aloud? I'm sorry. I was supposed to say more but..."
"Childish," she spits.
"Bitchy," I sing, while grabbing my sharpie.
She huffs in unaccepted defeat and walks to my office door. I smile in victory but put on a serious facade as I look up.
"The firm seems to be flourishing- I've seen it in the headlines many times over the years. Even thought I'd come back, but with you-"
I cut her off with my obnoxious laughing. Tears start to spring to my eyes as I clutch my stomach. She's hilarious I'll give her that! Sure got a good laugh out of me. I stop to catch my breath, but start again just by looking at her face.
"You-" I wheeze. "You thought I'd let you come back? And so easily at that." I re-wipe my eyes. "You're a funny girl, Kylie."
"We did good running the business together. I don't see how it's still standing," she says, completely switching up.
"It's still standing because I make it stand," I tell her with my flattest tone. "I ran this company while your old ass knees crumbled. You crawled compared to me."
Kylie has enough and storms out. I dial the front desk and tell them to check her in case her press ons accidentally took something that didn't belong to her. James peeks his head in before fully entering. He whistles while plopping back down on the chair from before.
"She's worse than before."
"More fake. More bitchy-"
"More desperate," he finishes.
"Damn straight. Thought I was going to give her another job."
James has the same reaction as me and it already makes me feel better.
"You definitely need that break Friday night. Intoxicator is calling us from miles away," he cheers. I smile and slide him the last folder while sharing his excitement.
"Damn. Straight."
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