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Who is it? Surely Ghost wouldn’t let anyone into the house he didn’t trust.
What are they saying? I can’t hear, it’s just a mumble through the walls. But the voices all sound deep, like there are other men out there. Or maybe it’s just one other voice, I can’t tell.
If this weren't as serious as it is, I’d be laughing at myself for the serious FOMO I’m feeling right now. It comes from all the secrets that have been around me.
Imustknow.
Doing something that is totally stupid, I start to slowly unlock the door. He told me to stay here until he gave me the all-clear, yet here I am, trying to open the door without a sound, which is difficult considering how much I’m shaking.
Telling myself that I just want to hear the voices doesn't help my guilty conscience.
“You still could’ve given me the heads-up that you were coming. You’re lucky I didn’t put a bullet through your fucking head.” Ghost is angry. Probably even worse than the first day I arrived here, and I didn’t think that was possible.
“Shut the fuck up and listen. You might think you are in charge of this job, but I’m still your superior. Just remember that, Ghost!” It’s a voice I haven’t heard before, and by the sounds of the conversation, he isn’t happy either.
“Don’t push it. You know I don’t respond well to the bullshit hierarchy.” The feeling of fear slowly leaves me since they are both on the same side, but I can’t help but wonder what is going on between them. I would have thought Ghost is the sort of man who’s loyal to the job, therefore respects his boss and his opinion. But something is off in this conversation. And why didn’t he know his boss was coming, like when all the other agents arrive here, without a fuss?
“I don’t give a fuck what you think about me, but you need to listen and listen hard. I’m here giving you the spiel that I was told to deliver to you that we both know is bullshit. For fuck’s sake, Ghost, I thought you knew me better than this, that you would know that I don’t believe a word of it either. Now I’m going to tell you what you really need to know.”
“It better make more sense than the load of political crap you just gave me.” The edge of aggression finally slips from Ghost’s voice.
I know I’m probably going to regret this, but I need to know what is going on too.
This is my life they’re talking about. I deserve to be told what is happening. Because obviously something is going down, and it’s not what they were expecting. Not that I’m sure anything ever goes as it’s supposed to in these situations.
Not wanting to burst out there in the middle of an argument between two or maybe three men who will all be carrying guns, I tentatively walk down the hallway as quietly as I can. I decide to call out before stepping out into the room, to alert them I’m there.
“Ghost, I’m coming out.” Nervousness is still evident in my voice, no matter how brave I try to tell myself I am.
The footsteps are moving toward me, and I don’t want him to push me back into the bedroom, so I step out before he can reach me.
“Cassandra.” His deep growl and the use of my official name tells me he is not impressed. “What did I say?”
“I’m not a child. This is about me, so I should be here!” Pulling my shoulders back and chin up, I stare him down as much as I can.
In all the tension in the room, I see the slightest smirk on his face and twitch in his eye.
Yeah, that’s right, Ghost, I’m not just some meek and mild woman.
“Oh, you’ve got your hands full with this one, don’t you,” his boss comments while we’re still staring each other down.
“Mmmm. You could say that,” Ghost replies, turning back to his boss and walking away from me. This is his way of reminding me that I can’t touch him or show that there is anything going on between us. That could spell disaster and cause them to separate us—something I’m not sure I could cope with at this stage.
“Cassandra, meet my boss, Rocket. Apparently, he’s the man who holds all the answers here.”
“Ghost, don’t be a dick.” He holds his hand out toward me to shake. “Nice to meet you, Cassandra, and I’m sorry you have to put up with him,” he says, rolling his eyes toward Ghost who is now standing to the side of us but not more than an arm’s distance away.
“I can’t say the same about meeting you. Well, not you personally but the reason I’m meeting you, more to the point. And why were there two doors closing when you arrived?” I’m making sure we aren’t about to be ambushed. I pull back my hand, not feeling all that comfortable around a man that for some reason Ghost is frustrated with.
“Well, unfortunately, none of us had a hand in the reason you’re here. And don’t worry, that was just me getting out the peace offering I brought for you. Donuts. Now, how are you coping?” Donuts, yuck. Why does everyone think they’re the best treat? He just lost points with me. I knew I wasn’t going to like this man. Before I even have a chance to reply to Rocket, Ghost is talking.
“We aren’t here for chitchat, Rocket. What the hell is going on?” He moves closer to my side, yet not so much that I can feel his touch. Not that it matters, because having Ghost this close tells me I’m safe, regardless of what Rocket is about to say.
“I love how I’m Rocket today and not Boss.” He smirks at me, trying to get me to relax and be on board with him. Then he turns back to Ghost who just rolls his eyes.
“Fuck off,Rocket.” Ghost emphasizes his name.
“I suggest you go and turn off the cameras and delete the reel since I got here. No one can know I’ve been here. The message I had was supposed to be given over a phone call, but I knew I needed to tell you in person, because what I’m about to say, we don’t want anyone else to hear.” Rocket’s no longer trying to look friendly. The stern eyes and straight mouth tell me this isn’t going to be something I want to hear.
