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I took in the party of ten, and I almost cringed with how all the girls looked the same. Perfect hair, perfect makeup, perfect figure, perfect outfits, perfect everything. Even though they all had different hair color and there was a mixture of ethnicities sprinkled about, they still looked very much the same. Christ, maybe celibacy really was making me cranky.
“I’m good,” I said for the second time in ten minutes.
The second that the elevator doors closed, I pulled out my phone.
Me:Ur an asshole
Bast:What I’d do now?
Me:I hope u n Nova r very happy
Bast:(laughing emoji) U can’t die from celibacy
Me:How do u know? Ur not celibate
Bast:I have a pregnant wife. I will b once the baby is born
Me:U can take ur 6 weeks n eat a dick
Bast:(laughing emoji) I can always tell Nova that u regret the deal
Me:I’ll kill u with my bare hands if u tell her any such thing
There was no way that I was going to let Sparkly think that I wasn’t happy for her. Especially, considering that she was also pregnant. No way was I willing to risk hurting her feelings foranything.
Bast:U’ll survive. I have faith n u
Me:Fuck off n make sure that ur taking care of r girl
Bast:Always
When the elevator stopped on my floor, I got out, then walked towards my suite, ignoring all the music coming from some of the rooms. Everyone was celebrating our win, with only a few of the faithful guys probably face-timing their girls. It was the same scene as always, and I wasn’t sure why that was bothering me now.
Because you need to get fucking laid, you asshole.
Chapter 4
Lux~
Arap on my door had me looking up. “I need you.”
Conrad Lewis was Copy Lights’ head honcho underneath the actual owner of the firm, Blue Hamilton. Blue ran the firm with his eldest son, Norman, and it was a privately-owned business. The firm had been in the family for three generations, and it had a solid reputation. Conrad was the firm’s manager, and he had three assistant managers below him that handled the rest of us. Each manager was assigned six agents, and my direct report was Opal Shumaker. While her name sounded like it belonged on an eighty-year-old woman that knitted in her spare time, Opal actually looked like she belonged in a biker gang. She was also as no-nonsense as they came.
At any rate, common sense told me that this couldn’t be good if Conrad came to seek me out himself. Opal usually delivered the bad news, so I could only imagine what was going on now. Things had just begun to settle from Carmelo’s divorce announcement two weeks ago, so unless his wife was still ranting and raving on social media, I had no idea what this could be.
Grabbing my pad and pencil, I quickly followed Conrad to one of the conference rooms on the first floor. The Copy Lights building consisted of five floors, the top belonging to Blue, Norman, and their secretaries, the fourth floor belonging to Conrad, the other managers, and their secretaries, the third floor housing a break room, restrooms, vending machines, and even a small cafeteria. As for the second floor, that’s where the agents were all housed, and though they were small, we each had our own offices, with another set of restrooms and a couple of vending machines to keep us going. The entire first floor consisted of conference rooms, a lobby, visitor restrooms, and a reception area.
When I entered the conference room, I saw that Opal was already there, along with two other agents, Decan Harris and Ruben Blackwood. Both were good at their job, and if this mess needed the three of us, then there had to be a dead body somewhere.
“Everyone take a seat,” Conrad instructed.
Since everyone else was already seated, I quickly grabbed a chair, then sat my ass down. Conrad had also shut the door behind him, making me even more wary of whatever this was. For a split second, I wondered if we were being let go; that’s how ominous the vibe in here was.
“What I’m about to say does not leave this room,” Conrad said. “While it’s public knowledge already, we are not going to contribute to the rumors.”
My back straightened, and in my line of work, this could beanything. Everyone had secrets, and they were getting harder and harder to keep with the internet connecting us all in a way that hadn’t been possible fifty years ago. Even past mistakes were coming back to ruin people, and that was just crazy. In a world where everyone was allowed to judge others, being young and dumb was no longer an acceptable excuse for…well, having been young and dumb at some point in your life.
Conrad’s serious blue eyes scanned our faces. “A Rachel Malaki is accusing Titan Miller of fathering her unborn child,” he announced like he was disclosing the whereabouts of Jimmy Hoffa.
