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“If you’re so willing to drop the importance of this and help Abram that only leads me to believe one thing. You somehow played a role in all this. I have my theories, but you’ve confirmed them just now.”
“Are you accusing me of not fulfilling my job? My duties. Of treason?” Sgt. Daniels asks slowly, calculating. Zeroing in on him.
Hmmphing, Silas’s shoulders roll back at the same time the corner of his mouth lifts the faintest amount. Then it drops, falling back into neutral ground.
The accusation is evident by his reaction, the little it was, enough. My father’s made up his mind and once that settles it’s a fruitless task to try and change it. Talking your way through a wall would be easier.
A vein in Sgt. Daniels’s head starts to throb as Silas makes himself that much more welcome. He takes a seat in one of the lounge chairs. Making it known that he’s not planning on leaving anytime soon.
Obviously.
It’s a move of stubbornness. Silas is not willing to leave until he gets what he wants. I, however, think it further shows his true self. His egocentric self-shining at its fullest.
I’m grateful Rory left a while ago. Hailey had called her earlier and wanted to hang so she agreed. Not because she wanted to leave but because like everyone else as she listened on speaker, you could hear the pain in Hailey’s voice.
There’s something going on with her.
Finn tried to pretend he was unaffected. Playing it off as his attention became absolute studying the computer screen Eli was at. Much as he tried though, the entire time she was on the phone his eyes kept flashing her way every few seconds.
Silas is here and Rory is upstairs. That shouldn’t be a relief, but it is, knowing where both he and she are. The group of us convinced her it’d be easier for everyone if she stayed, so Hailey came over here instead.
At least we knew the whereabouts of one crazed person.
My father doesn’t like Rory, but that’s not saying a lot, because he hates everyone equally. He's vital, you need him if you want to make it somewhere in the business world, but if you disrespect him, you’re cut off.
Good luck surviving after that.
Rory isn’t afraid of conflict and although I both admire and hate that about her, my hope is he’s gone before she comes back down. She doesn’t need the added stress, and she mentioned something about macaroni?
I doubt I heard that right, but rarely am I wrong.
Although I will always prefer her at my side, it’s a good thing she went. Having Hailey as a friend gives her that semblance of normalcy she deserves.
Not that it stopped my girl from texting me asking for updates. She’s gotten the same empty response every time.
Nothing new.
Princess is strong, I know that and so does she, but no one has taken light to Lorna since we’ve found out the truth. We all now know what she’s capable of, how unhinged she truly is.
Somehow the room has grown more tense as my focus shifts back to what’s going on. Abram gets in Silas’s face. No doubt he said something foul or inappropriate.
The way Silas’s mouth curves to a vicious proportion tells me it was tasteless. Whatever it was, the man couldn’t help himself. Unlike his fist—who he had no problem using on a woman—his mouth never could stay closed.
“We agreed to keep this on the down-low. I did that as a favor to you, as my partner,” Abram starts. “But push me again and I will go public with this, Silas.”
“You go public, and you ruin Hardin’s reputation,” Silas snarls, refusing to back down.
“No,” Abram corrects, in a satisfied sneer. “Someone’s already done that for you. I am perfectly fine; I still have my title.” His voice lowers, making it that much more intimidating. “You, however, can’t say the same.”
They have everyone’s attention, the strain between them like a heat wave of hot energy.
It’s Eli’s dad who steps in. The sound of his laptop being slammed shut with too much force shifting the group’s focus yet again.
Rising, he tucks it under his arm and moves toward the door.
“Abram, I’ve emailed my son what the next steps are, and he should be able to handle it for the night. Call me if there are any updates,” Sgt. Daniels finishes.
Breaking up the charged friction by giving Silas what he wants.
