The silence that followed for a brief moment Cecelia’s refusal was suffocating for Daniel.Daniel stood frozen for half of five seconds, watching Cecelia head towards the door, then almost out of it.Then, like a livewire snapping into life, he lunges forward against the cuffs chaining him to the chair. Daniel jerked up so violently from the metal chair that it screeched painfully against the tiled floor, making Officer June’s brows twitch in irritation.His wrists red and strained, metal scraping metal, a desperate sound that made Officer June’s jaw twitch even more.“You damn traitor!” he bellowed, veins bulging at his temples. He roared at Cecelia, his wrists straining against the cuffs that bound him to the chair. “If you don’t tell them the truth, Cecelia, I swear, I’ll say everything! Everything we did together!”Cecelia had already turned to leave, but at that threat, she halted. Cecelia had barely stepped outside the interrogation room. At his threat, she stopped, turned slowl
Brooklyn, New York, NYPD Arson Department.The cold metal chair of the interrogation room bites into Daniel Flanagan’s back as he leans against the unforgiving chair, front and back and like that all over again, cuffs digging into his wrists, holding him in place like a dog that’s finally chewed through the wrong bone. His eyes are bloodshot as he hasn’t slept or had as small as a wink of rest all night.They left him there since the previous night with nothing but a metal table, dim overhead light, and his own reflection staring back at him in the two way glass.He’s lost count of how many hours he’s been here. Maybe twelve. Maybe more. He doesn’t know since there is no trace of light in the room apart from the bulb hanging over head.The lock on the heavy door clicks, and in walks a woman. She’s tall, has a black leather jacket on, a messy bun, and a confident stride. Daniel recognizes her as one of the officers that had accosted him at the sky bar the previous evening.She tosses a
Silence hangs between them like clear smoke.Cecelia and Raees sit across from each other at the small round table tucked into the café’s upper level. The light filtering through the almost invincible windows casts light on the tablecloth, the sun starting to show signs of early retirement.Neither of them speaks for the first few minutes, although it is quite far from being a comfortable one.Cecelia sits awkwardly, her fingers twitching against her lap, eyes flicking around the room like someone searching for an escape route. Raees, by contrast, is perfectly still. One leg crossed over the other, elbow resting lightly on the armrest, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass with precision.She only glances at Cecelia every so often through the rim of her glass whenever she takes those long sips, but those glances sting like paper cuts. It’s as though she’s measuring and studying Cecelia.Finally, a waiter arrives to break the awkward quiet.“Anything for you, ma’am?” he asks Cecelia
Elena looks up just as the small silver bell above the café door jingles softly with the entry of breeze as she swiped apart the long lines of beads and other ‘designs’. Her eyes narrow briefly, looking at the new visitor.There, standing with a nervous shift of weight and an expression halfway between confusion and recognition, is Cecelia, staring back at her.Their eyes meet, one pair wide with surprise and maybe even shock, the other cold and unwelcoming, bordering on disgust even.Of course.Cecelia should have known it was someone that close to them who could have done such a thing, but Elena? Their last encounter hadn’t exactly ended in hugs and hand-holding. In fact, Elena had made it abundantly clear that she disapproved of her from the very beginning, especially after Daniel divorced Raees who ended up becoming a mega rich woman.To Elena, Cecelia had never been anything more than a cheap replacement. A piece of grass Daniel had picked after walking out of a palace instead of
It’s so freaking early in the morning when Cecelia wakes up, a bad feeling weighing on her mind.She’d been disturbed all night, wondering about Daniel. He had dropped her off at home before saying he had to meet up with those obnoxious duo, and that he would give her a call when he’s back home so she would come over or something, but, till she fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, still had not heard anything from him… and the last time such had happened, he had disappeared for quite a while.Could Reid have had him kidnapped all over again?Unable to go back to bed, Cecelia crawls out of bed and goes ahead to make a cup of steaming coffee for herself before settling in front of the television, hoping some boring show or the news will help her go back to bed.She tunes the channels using the remote control, coming to a stop on one of the famous news channels. She takes a sip of her coffee as she turns up the volume.“In addition to the news that had come forth yesterday abou
"I knew at that very point that I had fallen into a trap that will be mighty hard to get out from."Raees cocked her head to the side slightly, sighing softly as she listens to Reid's story."What happened after that? What happened to Yvette? Did you manage to get her..." Raees's questions are cut short by the loud ringing of her phone. She raises it up and checks the caller ID. "It's Daniel calling, looks like sometime has passed. If there's anything, at least we know who killed Richard now."Reid manages a nod. "Pick it up?"She raises the phone to her eye level and presses the green button, then places the call on loud speaker so Reid would also hear what Daniel has to say."Have you seen the news? Do you still want the company that is in ruins? It has no insurance pay off so don't think about that."Raees rolls her eyes, "I still want it, burnt or not. I think you've forgotten that you're not in place to give options right now? Don't overstep your boundaries, or I will reject your