MIAAs I walk back into the house, I consider tiptoeing, but this isn’t my home in Texas, where my mom would be waiting for me to begin her rants. Drew and I had dinner before he eventually called Bobby to drop me off at the mansion. I can still feel the thrill from the whole night, and I almost wish it didn’t have to end.I stop in my tracks when I sense a brooding presence at the top of the stairs. Aaron is standing by the stairs, looking down at me. My heart drops immediately. “Where have you been?” he asks, his voice stone-cold, and I almost feel my knees buckle in fear. Why am I so scared? I’m an adult, not a middle schooler.“At a small event. With Drew,” I emphasize the last part in case he thinks I casually went off on my own. “And Bobby brought me back,” I add.“So you spent all evening with Drew at some crappy story contest,” he says, his words dripping with disdain. With every word, I feel a bucket of ice water drenched on me. He walks down the stairs slowly, his eyes never
MIAI watch as Lily brings out a bunch of documents relating to Larry's work history. I start to look through the papers, and for some reason, all his previous work history ended abruptly, and the companies he worked for either shut down or went bankrupt."Here you go," Lily says, and I look up to see the burner phone she talked about earlier. "I... Can I have it?" I ask in shock. She is literally handing me the one link her husband had with his potential killer."What about the police?""Well, if it isn't obvious that nobody cares about my husband, then this should prove it," she says with a chuckle that doesn't seem genuine. "You're the only one who has shown interest at all." My heart sinks at every word she says. What has the world come to?"I'll try my best to solve this whole thing.""Be careful, dear," she says with a solemn smile on her face.I'm about to delve into the papers when my phone rings. It's Drew. I check the time, and it's almost 5 pm."Hey, where are you? Bobby s
MIAI slowly walk to the bus station. My head filled with thoughts. What if I’m on the wrong side of this whole thing? Why did I conclude that Aaron is innocent? Because he didn’t kill me immediately?“Hey!” Someone calls and I turn to see it’s the woman from the Labour union. She smiles at me warmly before giving me a paper. “It’s Larry’s address. In case you want any information, his wife is willing to assist. No reporter has ever asked about his death. Promise me you’ll let the world know the truth.” Let the world know the truth at the cost of my life… how do I tell her that I can’t afford to say anything for now?I smile at her and take the paper. “I promise.”My loud mouth ends up saying before I can consider my choices. Maybe I can find my way around it and jet the news out but not through Laser or Aaron will have my head.I’m playing a dangerous game at this point but my conscience keeps nagging me. My phone rings and I jump. It’s Drew.Shit.I knew itHe’s probably watching m
MIA I wake up the next morning feeling much more refreshed. It’s really nice to have someone to talk to away from this life of chaos. I take a quick bath and dress for work. My stomach churns as I remember Mr Wilson’s task for me which was a direct contrast to what Aaron sent me there to do.I head downstairs and see Stella already cleaning the kitchen counter with my breakfast neatly arranged on one end. She looks up at me and I can swear I saw a flicker of concern before she looks back at the counter she’s cleaning.“I’m fine.” I say.She gives me a blank look before resuming her cleaning. “I did not ask.” She simply replies. Her reply was meant to me stoic and cold but the extra eggs on my plate made me understand her method of showing concern. I rush through breakfast and head to work. In the car, I see my daily order of coffee already bought and I look at Bobby through the rear view mirror. He just nods his head and drives off.It takes me almost half an hour to finally settle
MIATonight, the living room is a no-go area for me. My usual writing spot will have to be vacant tonight because I can’t afford to cross paths with Aaron.Not tonight.I tell myself I shouldn’t feel guilty for telling him to go to hell. He deserved it. His words were hurtful even though they were true to some extent, they were still hurtful.I force myself to focus on my laptop screen, the half-finished chapter of my book mocking me. The longer I stare at the chapter the more I want to highlight everything and delete. What monstrosity.A notification pops up on my phone, pulling me from my writer's block and attempting to murder my chapter. It’s an Instagram message from a user named Natalie. I hesitate for a moment. Drew's warnings about meeting strangers echo in my head. But the need for a distraction, a breath of fresh air in this tense atmosphere, wins out. I tap open the message.“Hey! I love your aesthetic. Your page is so dreamy!” Natalie’s message reads.My face deepens in c
I walk into my house after a long day at work, still reeling from the news of the leaked article about Aaron. I can feel the tension in the air as I make my way to the kitchen. Something is off. The air is tense. "Miss Corvin, do you want lunch in your room?" Stella asks, her voice barely above a whisper. That is the height of it. Stella never speaks like that. That means something is really off. Her eyes glances behind me with a bit of urgency in her eyes like I should leave to my room fast.Before I can even reply, I hear heavy footsteps thundering down the stairs. Aaron appears in the kitchen, his face beaming with anger."Why didn't you stop the article from being released or at least give me or Drew a heads up?" he demands, his voice tight with anger.I open my mouth to explain, but he cuts me off. "What's the point of you being here if you can't do anything at all? Haven't you forgotten your use to me, which is to find out who is releasing such intel inside Laser?"His words st