[Maven] I don't understand what men see in her. She's nothing exceptional. Leaning against her desk, I pick up her metal nail file and begin shaping my nails as I watch her and Andy talk in the hall. She looks like she's trying to give him the brush-off, but he keeps coming at her, grabbing onto her body. "I'll prove it to you, Charlie!" he shouts after her. "Just you wait!" I'm not sure why I care so much. I'm not in love with Andy. He's just a means to an end. Men can't be taken seriously. They think with their dicks and not with their brains, which is why it is so easy for me to take control. I haven't met a man, yet I couldn't seduce. Just look at Micah, the famous Kingpin Kane. I had him eating out of my hand before. Andy was just a toy, a way for me to get to the data Micah would never share with me. And yet here I am, playing the part of the jealous girlfriend. I barely even like the guy. If I weren't getting paid by Mr. McAllister I wouldn't even bother. Mrs. Slat
[Andy] Maven. Keeping her happy is like climbing Mt. Everest without oxygen. You never know when your next breath will be your last. When she loves you, it is like the warmest sunny day, scorching hot and relentless. When you fall from grace, however, pack an extra jacket, because you are going to freeze your ass off. When I first met her, she was crazy for me. It was so easy to let myself stumble out of my marriage and into her. I knew she was just using me, but I didn't care. I wanted to be used. I needed to be wanted. I knew that she was placed here by McAllister to spy on my company, and I let her do it because I wanted to make her happy. I wanted the warm sunny day to never end. She convinced me to leave my wife fo
[Charlotte] The ceiling is white, the corners dingy and yellow from scrubbing. It is the only thing I've been able to see in this room because I cannot turn my head and I can barely blink. Just opening my eyes makes them burn with a hot white fire even though the room itself is cold and dry with a strong antiseptic smell. Shivering in the room, I am mentally transported to the moment in time when my grandmother took her last breaths. I know that somehow I am in a hospital, although I cannot remember what happened to bring me here, or why I am in so much pain. I do remember the feeling of soft hands on my cheek and the gentle sound of crying. I remember someone shouting. The feeling of weightlessness, of being carried, and then nothing. Everything is a blur. There is a quiet stillness to the air. There is the sound of machines buzzing and beeping and the almost silent sound of gentle weeping. “Hello,” I croak, my throat dry. “Is someone there?” “Charlie,” A man speaks, his
[Micah] She is mine. She is under my protection. I failed to keep her safe. I am angry. Angrier than I have been in a very long time. How could I be so ignorant of what was happening around me that I'd misjudge my employees to such a degree that I wouldn't see this threat coming? It had to be someone inside the office, nobody else could get in. I keep my security tight. There are government facilities that are less secure than MMK. It has to be that way. With the work I do, both on the surface and in the shadows, I cannot afford to not take precautions. And yet, I let things get so out of hand within my organization that I put my angel at risk. I promised her that I'd protect her, that I'd keep her safe. When I saw her at the bottom of the stairs, twisted and bleeding, Andy standing over her, my vision turned black for a moment. I feel my anger rising again as I remember that moment, when seeing Charlotte broken almost undid me. [Flashback. Earlier today] "WHAT DID YOU DO
[Charlotte] All the air leaves the room. It is quiet. Too quiet. Micah’s footsteps echo in the small room. His large body feels massive, looming over us both with an internal fire, barely contained, shining through his eyes. This is not the Micah I am used to seeing. This is the Micah that faced those men in the alley for me. Savage, monstrous, and most of all, protective. Of me. And my husband is now the biggest threat in the room, at least in the eyes of my kingpin lover. As per usual, Andy seems oblivious to the changes in the atmosphere arou
[Charlotte] Andy was livid when he discovered I had already been released to someone else. He was angrier when they wouldn’t tell him who—and then threatened to call the police when he started to throw a fit. After Micah left that steamy afternoon, and I was able to settle my heart rate, I informed the nurses that I needed to adjust my paperwork to reflect who was allowed access to me. I explained that I was in the middle of a divorce and that my “husband” was in no way, shape, or form allowed access to me, my files, or any information about my condition. I also explained that I needed discretion due to fear of abuse. I’m still not sure how he found out. All I know is that when
[Charlotte] “Charlie! You are home!” Andy sounds relieved as he embraces me on the porch. I chose to step outside rather than invite him in. I didn’t want to have another encounter between Micah and Andy in front of the kids. Nor do I want Andy anywhere near our daughters if I can avoid it. He might be their father, but he hurt them so badly the way he rejected them to their face. Trying to convince my children that their father didn’t mean it when he said they were not his was extremely hard. I don’t want to subject them to any more pain. “Where are the girls?” He asks, looking around. “
[Charlotte] “S…sure,” I stutter. “Can I get a couple of hours to clean myself up?” Andy grins appreciatively. “Whatever you need, baby,” he smirks. What I need is time to plan my escape. I want to spend as little time as possible with this man. "I just want a little time to take a nap, maybe freshen up a bit." I wink. "You know, make myself pretty for you before we go." He rubs his hands together in anticipation. I am fighting hard to keep my seductive smile on my face. "Sounds good, doll," I want to gag at the disgusting pet name. I'm nobody's doll. "I'll pick you up at seven." "I'll be waiting," I simper sweetly, feeling mildly ill as I bashfully gaze at him over my shoulder. I watch him drive away before reentering the house. The girls and Micah are all chattering around the table about some cartoon and the scene is so heartwarming I almost start crying in relief. He doesn't even really know them and he is already showing them more love than their father ever did.