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Once I’m settled in, I grab the phone and call Chase into my office. In a matter of seconds, he’s knocking on my door and entering my office.
“Good morning! How are you? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you,” he says as soon as he’s standing in front of my desk.
“I’m fine. And yeah, things have been kind of wonky for the past few weeks for me,” I say in response.
“What do you need? Can I get you something to eat or drink?” he asks.
“No, I’m fine for now, but can you schedule a meeting with Carson for me and then can you contact some security firms and set up a meeting with them? I think it’s finally time I got a bodyguard,” I say to him as he writes down his notes.
“Is everything alright?” he asks.
“For now, yeah, I guess,” I murmur.
“Okay, I’ll set these up for you and then give you a call to let you know,” he says before walking out of my office and shutting the door behind him.
I get lost in some of the documents that need my attention and I have to look at spreadsheets and finances. In no time, I feel a headache coming on. I forgot just how taxing looking at document after document can be. My office phone rings and when I answer it, it’s Chase.
“The meeting with Carson is set for twelve p.m., and the meeting with the security firm owner is set for two p.m.,” he tells me.
“Thank you! That’s perfect,” I say before hanging up.
I look at the time and see that it’s only ten a.m. so that gives me plenty of time to get some work done. I’m engrossed in my work when there’s a knock on my door. Chase pokes his head in.
“There’s an old lady here, and she wishes to speak with you. She said it’s concerning someone named Martin. Wasn’t sure if you’d want me to send her in or not since she doesn’t have an appointment,” he says sheepishly.
“Yes, please send her in,” I say quickly. Shit, I can’t believe I haven’t spoken to Martin in a while. This is the longest I’ve gone without talking to him since he was like a pseudo father to me rather than just a driver.
When the woman steps into the room, I look at her. If I remember her correctly, I think this is his wife though she looks older than her age right now, like she’s beyond stressed or something.
“Hi, Marnie, please take a seat. Can I get you something to drink?” I ask and she shakes her head no.
“Thanks, sweetheart. I’m sorry for bothering you because I know how busy you are, but I just thought you should know—” she says and then cuts herself off as she bursts into tears.
I quickly get out of my seat and round my desk, rushing over to her and pulling her into a hug. “Oh my God, is everything okay?” I ask. She calms herself down, sniffling as she tries to answer my question.
“I-it’s Martin. He was missing but then they found his body yesterday. Somebody killed my husband and took his heart,” she says, ending on another sob.
Missing heart…
Oh my God, I think I’m going to be sick. Tears instantly run down my cheeks as I sob at the loss.
“Oh my God, Marnie, I’m so so sorry!” I cry out.
“I just thought you should know because he always talked about you like you were his own daughter,” she says sniffling. I’m on my knees, hugging her when she says that, and it just makes me cry harder. Now I have to deal with losing someone close to me. “The funeral is Wednesday at two,” she tells me. That gives me a day to come to terms with this.
“Do-don’t worry about a thing. I’ll pay for the funeral and anything else you’ll need,” I tell her.
“No, you don’t—” I cut her off before she can say anything else.
“I insist. He was like a father to me. He was always there for me when no one else was and there was never any judgment. I’ll forever love him for that,” I tell her, and she finally relents.
“I should go. I don’t want to take up anymore of your time,” she says before standing up and giving me another hug before walking out.
I slump back in the chair behind my desk as tears keep falling down my face. My mind is whirling right now. Who would do such a thing to someone who was always so kind and compassionate?
I have no doubt that the heart I got was Martin’s and I feel like puking at the thought of what someone had to do to remove it from him. This all happened because someone wants to punish me. For what? I still have no idea.
Before I know it, it’s time for my meeting with Carson. I’m pretty sure if anyone looked at me, they’d know I was crying but I can’t bring myself to care right now. I knock on his office door, and he calls me in. I step inside and take the seat across from him.
