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Taking my cup of black coffee with me, I walk over to my room, where I have everything that could put Thomas in jail, maybe more.
"Okay, so we know he goes to work Monday to Friday,” I say, “he comes back around 7:00 pm, and by then, he’s usually exhausted from the long day of whatever it is he does. He repeats the same routine unless there's an emergency or something he needs to change urgently.” I look at the giant blackboard web of pictures and newspaper findings that don't trace back to me.
It's only when I take a step back and revel in the pride of my work that I see that I just might be on the path to sociopathy.
“Baby steps, what we have isn’t enough," I say and hop, sitting on the queen-sized bed and crossing my legs.
There’s a lot of information I have about Thomas Hilbert. I’m genuinely happy to see how far I have gone, and that satisfaction in and of itself terrifies me.
This is me being happy that I’m about to kill a man!
Sooner or later, I would have to leave everything I know in America after I place a bullet inside the skull of Thomas.
“We need to gather more intel,” I say more to myself than to Hakeem.
“Jordan, do you want me to be honest?” my confidant speaks up.
When I hear his tone and the line of his words, I know where this is going, so I shut it off before it even starts.
“I know what you want to say. My throne awaits me. Revenge is not the way…blah blah. But you never really know how I feel, do you?” I ask him.
When he keeps quiet, I stand and pin him against the wall.
“Do you?” Fresh tears threaten to fall, but they’re tears of wrath, so they remain within.
He shakes his head.
I let him go.
“I’m sorry, my friend. I shouldn’t have handled you like that,” I say, and go back to the bed.
I stare at the pictures and catalog I have of Thomas on my wall.
I really want this man dead, and Hakeem is going to help me no matter how much he doesn't want to.
When I ask for questions about certain things, he must provide them.
His role in my life is basically the most understated thing I have now, and I sincerely hope that life is not just about thrones and wealth.
There are things that matter more than that, and to me, my father's life, and the friendship I have with Hakeem matter more than any amount of money our fickle brains can think of.
Many people have different ways of expressing love. For me, it's avenging the death of my father.
That’s the only way I know to prove that I love him.
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REBECCA
As soon as Jordan leaves, I retire to my bed. It seems the best thing to do currently.
Without Jordan, there’s no one to argue with or berate. Marie does her job way too perfectly for me to make any comments, and to top it all off, she can get sensitive quickly.
Bodyguards are a lot more expendable than housekeepers.
A day without Jordan doesn’t look as bleak as one without Marie, so I try to avoid getting her pissed.
Yes, even bosses know how to choose their cards properly.
