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My phone beeped—Callie’s response. Holy shit woman.
What?! I responded.
God, if something happened to her…
Apprehension made my feet move, pushing the door open to a large room. Sunlight filtered through a large window with a side view of the beautiful bay beyond. Bookshelves lined the walls—the only room with a personal touch—and two comfortable looking sofa chairs surrounded a table. A chess board sat atop it—a game in play.
Who did Rook play with?
The image of him and Lux in here, playing together, and possibly doing something else together, made a spark of jealously slither through my insides.
Are you sure we can afford this? Callie answered.
I stared at it, puzzled, then shot off my answer, What are you talking about?
I started with his bookshelf, quickly rifling through them, looking for any hidden documents. Or maybe buttons, like my dad’s.
Finding nothing there, I went to his desk, tugging on the top drawer.
Surprisingly, it opened. I stared at it blankly, blinking, realizing I'd expected it to be locked.
Again, was Rook trusting me?
Getting over my surprise, I reached down, then made myself stop.
I'd intended to rifle through it, hoping to be able to search through his stuff quickly—who knew when he'd return?
But, at the sight before me, I took in a deep breath and forced my movements to calm.
The drawer was neat and organized. A row of expensive looking mechanical pencils. A fountain pen. Highlighters. Pair of scissors. A row of extra staples, paper clips, and five binder clips.
A place for everything, and everything in it's place.
Rook was a man of order and discipline—he would notice I'd rifled though his things; I had to be careful.
A quick glance told me there was nothing in this drawer that would give up any secrets.
I touched nothing, then my phone dinged with a notification as I pulled out the next drawer.
duh, the money you put in my account.
what money? I responded, methodically looking through the rest of his drawers and finding nothing. Then I crawled under the desk, feeling a little bit silly as I looked for envelopes taped to the underside.
By the time I crawled out from under it, I was thoroughly disgusted.
No secret envelopes and not even a single dust bunny. What kind of person didn’t even have dust bunnies under their desk?
There was something wrong with this guy, for sure.
I sat back at the desk, daring to start his computer, once again startled to find that he didn't even require a password.
The next thirty minutes were even more confusing as I tried to figure out what the hell Callie was talking about, as well as searching, and finding, absolutely nothing of use on his computer.
Giving up, I slumped in his chair, discouraged, typing Callie back. How much money did you get?
Ten thousand, she responded right away, then, what the hell? did you give me that money or what?
I bit on my lip, trying to figure out what was going on. Had Rook given her that money? Or the Magnolia?
