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“Why two days?” I asked.
“Returning quickly would be too suspicious, so it’s better to wait until she is sure he’s completely gone before getting into her life all battered and bruised,” she explained.
“Battered and bruised?” I asked.
“It’s just an expression,” she chuckled. “Jeez, you’re so uptight.”
I don’t know why, but I had the feeling she wasn’t kidding.
“Alright, that’s settled, but how do you plan to stall him?” I asked.
“Jeez, so impatient,” she said as she brought out her phone from her purse.
She dialed her daughter’s number and placed the phone on the loudspeaker.
It rang a few times before she answered.
“Hey, mom, what’s up?” Aria asked.
This was the first time I had heard her voice; there was something fierce and powerful about it and yet soothing and calm. If anything, she stroked me as a killer who enjoyed overwhelming her opponents. I was intrigued that I was this interested in her when this was the only time I had heard her voice.
“Hey, my little cub, I just wanted to know something,” Mrs. Wolfe said. “It’s important, so I can really help with the whole Nick situation.”
Ah…like mother like daughter; both voices alike in tone, sound, and depth, but…it was clear who the more experienced strangler was.
“Oh, okay, what did you need to know?” Aria asked.
“Nick is going to get his company back, right? I just realized you didn’t tell me where he was going,” she said. “I need to know so I can have people watch him.”
“Oh, okay, he will be meeting with an old friend, her name’s Matilda,” Aria replied. “She wants to introduce him to an Aisha that would aid him in taking back his company.”
Mrs. Wolfe looked at me and then back to the phone. “Alright, sweetie, take good care of yourself and ensure that you wait for his return.”
“Of course, mom, thank you so much,” Aria said.
“Anything for my little cub,” Mrs. Wolfe cooed before ending the call. She turned to me and smiled. “So? What do you think?”
“Well, it’s not really a big deal if he meets Aisha. She’s one of the lowest members of the shareholders,” I replied.
“Actually, that wasn’t what I was asking,” she folded her arms, and the smile on her face was gone.
I don’t know why, but I missed seeing her creepy smile plastered on her arrogant face for a second or so.
“I’m sorry about that, what did you mean?” I asked.
“My daughter,” she replied, and the smile crept back. “Isn’t she the absolute best?”
“She must be quite the pampered single child,” I said.
“Hmm? She’s not the only child. I have two daughters,” she replied. “Both are absolutely stunning.”
“Must be nice to have a mother who loves both kids equally,” I said.
“There’s no mother who doesn’t love her kids equally,” she emphasized. “Oh wait…this is about your mother, isn’t it?”
This woman was truly annoying.
“Strange, I don’t remember her playing favorites,” she said.
