LOGINRemyThe atmosphere in the restaurant felt heavy, the air thick with the marvelous scent of grilled, expensive streak and the low buzz of hushed conversations.I settled into a booth in the center of the room; a safe choice, just in case Aliyah and Cory were right. Though I hoped with everything in me that they weren’t.I reached down to pick up my phone for what felt like the one millionth time. The meeting had been set for 2, this was 2:30 and she was still a no-show.Beads of sweat began to prickle at my hairline, despite the restaurant's aggressive air conditioning. I smoothed my damp palms against my thighs, trying to ground myself.I felt exposed in the center of the room, like a target painted in the middle of a velvet lined gallery.My phone buzzed, the vibration rattling against the mahogany table.‘Stop checking the time. You’re looking like a flight risk. Lean back. Sip your water.’Left to me, I wouldn’t have asked Cory to come along, if he was going to
Cory “I know exactly what you’re going to say. It’s a trap, but what if it isn’t? What if this is the very last piece of information I need to seal this case?” Remy breathed out hastily, glancing between Aliyah and me.She reached out for a piece of apple inside the bowl on the kitchen counter, before taking a large bite. “That’s… a lot to process,” Aliyah started first, she leaned against the refrigerator, crossing her arms over her chest. She fixed her eyes on the burner of the stove as if the answer was etched somewhere there.“You’re talking about meeting an anonymous source who claims to be Marcus Thorne’s daughter. The same Thorne who also happens to have gone AWOL for some months now. To be honest, this isn’t just a trap; it’s basically a cliche for ending up in a body bag…and God forbid you’re gonna fall into it.”Remy chewed slowly, her bravado wavering for just a second before she swallowed. “I totally understand that you’re worried about me. You’re
Remy Marcus Thorne.That had been the only name ringing in my head for the past few hours. The guy was literally a ghost, and I needed to get in contact with him before the she-devil did.Sometimes, I think about my life and ask myself why I chose to be an investigative reporter. There were literally a hundred other professions I could have chosen from.But no, I had to choose something that messed with my mental health every single day. Still, as much as I loved to complain, I actually enjoyed my job.The thrill I got every time I solved a case that seemed unsolvable, or received a compliment from my superiors. It made everything worth it. Regardless of what anyone else thought, I knew for a fact that I was really good at this job and that was exactly why I needed the promotion so badly. To crown all my efforts.I sat in my little cubicle, the flickering fluorescent light overhead humming a low, rhythmic tune that matched the throb in my temples. My desk wa
CoryThe small cafe I had chosen was tucked into a quiet corner of the city. Not one of the polished, glittery establishments where business tycoons flaunted their wealth, but a moderate place, with worn brick walls, the faint aroma of roasted beans and a shelf filled with books for patrons to borrow.I ordered a cup of espresso, then chose a seat by the window. Outside, the city moved in its usual rush, but, in here, the world slowed. The hush of conversations, the clink of cups, the hiss of steaming milk. It was almost comforting. I wrapped my hands around the warm porcelain cup, inhaling the rich scent. The bell above the door gave a melodious chime, cutting through the low hum of the espresso machine. I didn’t look up immediately, partly because I was terrified to face Aliyah, if she was indeed the one who had stepped in.I was also distracted by the hairline crack in the tabletop. Then came the sound of footsteps, not the frantic click of someone in a hurr
Cory I didn’t mean to lie to her. Twice.I panicked and the words just continued to slip out. I couldn’t stop myself.Sitting inside my car, in the company’s parking garage, the air felt too thin. I had to crack my window open to get proper ventilation.I had a chance to tell her how I felt, a chance to finally be honest, to unload all that I had in my mind for the past eight years and counting. And I fumbled.I didn’t know if I was going to get another opportunity again. Even if she didn’t feel the same way, it was important she knew just how much she meant to me.The staring wheel felt slick under my palms. Eight years, that’s 2,920 rehearsing a truth that died the second it hit the back of my throat.I leaned my head against the headrest, watching the exhaust from a neighboring SUV curl towards the concrete ceiling.Flashes of last night resurfaced and I closed my eyes to shut it out. This shouldn’t be affecting me this much. I should have let the whole si
Remy “Mmmffphhh!” I scream in my pillow immediately I dropped on my bed.“Oh oh. Judging by what's going on right now, I’m guessing the talk didn’t go well.” Aliyah said, from where she had curled up in a corner of my bed.I looked up at her, my mouth folded in a line. “Why in the name of the lord did I listen to you, Aliyah. I just had one of the most embarrassing moments of my entire life.”I buried my face back down, shaking my body violently as another muffled scream escaped me.“Come on, it couldn’t have been that bad. What exactly happened?”I rolled on my back, staring at the ceiling as it spun in a dizzying blur– kind of like my brain right now. “Aliyah, it was horrible. Everything we thought we perceived as his feelings for me, was just…politeness.”The word stung in the air like a bad smell. Aliyah winced, her eyes widening in sympathy.“Oh, I’m sorry boo. That must have been a very hard conversation. But, I for one have witnessed on multiple







