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"You can't just kick me out; I work here."
"Your name isn't on that door. It's mine, so you can excuse yourself." He steps forward towards me, and I take a step back, almost on the wall.
"Please give me another chance."
"Grey, please leave. There will never be another chance because there never was one." I back up again and hit the wall. He has a crazy look in his eyes.
"You know what Daphne. I could have you; I could treat you better than anyone who's ever had you. You are all I dream about." I'm starting to get scared, especially when he starts to move towards me.
"Grey, please back up." He looks me up and down.
"Why baby, there's no cameras in here." He comes up so I'm caged in and says in my ear, "I can have my way with you and never even be caught. Who would believe you?"
He goes to touch my face, and all the training that my uncle had us do kicks in. Grabbing his hand and swiftly pulling him towards the wall, we are now in different positions. His face is against the wall while I hold his hand behind his back. "If you ever try to do that again, I will do something to you that I promised I would never do. And by the way," I whisper in his ear, "My uncle is Marcelo Buchanan; I'm protected and respected by his people. I would watch out."
With those words, his body stiffens. He looks white when I release him. And that's when I noticed someone clapping. I turn and find Archer looking at us both. His eyes are dark, and he looks menacing.
"Good job, little fox. But don't worry if you didn't do something I surely was going to. As soon as he lifted that arm off, it was going to be broken. You should be thanking her, Grey; she just saved your career."
"How the hell did you get in here?" Grey looks bewildered and frightened.
Archer takes a step closer to us. "Doesn't matter. What does though is what did you plan on doing to her if she didn't stop you? Huh?"
"N-nothing." Grey stammers.
"I highly doubt that. Now, like the lady said, leave. Or you'll deal with me." Archer's state grows more intense every second that Grey hesitates. Finally, he rushes out of the room, and I'm taking quick, deep breaths.
"Holy fuck. What the hell just happened." I have tears in my eyes, and I go to sit on the ground. Trying to shield myself like an armadillo would.
"Hey, no, don't hide. You stood up for yourself." Archer crouches down to me, pulling me in his arms.
"But what if I couldn't defend myself? What then?"
"I was coming down if he laid a hand on you. I don't know what would have been let loose inside me, but it wouldn't have been good for him. Do you want to go home? I'll tell Nisa about this, then I'll take you home."
I shake my head. "No, I'm rising above him. I need to finish the glove analysis anyway. Me and my sister have plans for lunch tomorrow. Also, don't tell Nisa, not yet. She has too much on her plate with this case."
He looks at me and gives me a swift kiss on the forehead. "Whatever you want, Daph; I did the interview already, so I'll stay until I'm called to do something else." He helps me up, and that's when I realize we are matching in the same brown tone.
"You look good."
"Little fox, you look a hundred times better than me." His
eyes sweep down my body. "Skirts on you are impeccable. I'll need to buy you some more."
"You don't need to buy me anything. Speaking of spending money. I bought my first new piece of furniture; you would approve, I think."
"What did you buy?"
"You'll find out soon. Who knows what will happen to it." I give him a wink, full-on thinking about him fucking me on that daybed.
"Mm, well then, if that's the case, I approve without even seeing it. Now, little fox, do you need help with the gloves?"
I leave his side, feeling slightly colder from when I was standing next to him. I go to my locked mailbox that I keep here if I get any deliveries. It makes the chance of others tampering with evidence quite tricky. I grab the key out of my purse that's still slung over my shoulder. I should've hit Grey in the head with my bag. I probably would have knocked him out; that shit is as heavy as a
couple of bricks. I open the safe and find three medium-sized envelopes. That means two more hospitals around the area to still send me the gloves. I look behind me, and Archer is sitting in one of the chairs behind my computer.
"Okay, so the analysis is elementary to do for material objects. First, I'm going to rule out any gloves that are completely different colors than the sample." I pulled up the picture of the latex sample from yesterday on my big screen.
