Chapter thirteen

“Officer, she’s lying,” Francesca said at the top of her voice as she reached out to the police officer questioning me. What the hell did she mean by “I was lying”?

I was saying the facts, I said exactly what had happened. I looked at her, it was more of a glare actually, almost seeing through.

I shifted my gaze to the police questioning me. Come to think of it, this wasn’t a matter to be handled by the police. So why the hell was this happening? Fine, I knew I was wrong to have broken the vase, but he caused it. He ignored me and that was the only way I got his attention.

I tucked my hair behind my ear as I saw Logan on a phone call. It seemed pretty serious. Our eyes suddenly met as I removed it, shifting my focus back to the police officer. I swallowed deeply,

“officer, don’t listen to this girl. The exact thing I had told you was what happened, don’t listen to her.”

“Why the lies, Raleigh? You did. What do I stand to by bearing false witness against you? I’m all ears, tell me.”

I strongened my gaze at her. She is undoubtedly good at this lying of a thing.

“Officer, can we please continue with our session? I’d be glad to answer your questions.” I said and took a seat after what seemed like an eternity of standing. 

My ankle made a sound. I had been on my feet for quite a long time.

The door suddenly fled open as I saw Logan. He didn’t seem to be taking this Amy lightly. Only god knows what value the vase held.

“Officer,” he said and kept his gaze on me as he shifted back to the officer.

“The vase costs twenty thousand dollars and it was a gift from someone special. Unless she provides the exact vase, lock her up.

” Twenty thousand dollars? Shit, I had forgotten this was a billionaire’s abode. I should have found a better way to bring his attention to me, not fucking break the glass. Shit, this tells enough reason he was angry.

For the first time in my life, I knew I was wrong towards him. His anger was justified for that price and for the fact it came from a special person. I turned to see Mo wiping a tear from her eyes. Oh, no. She didn’t need to cry.  Logan was about to step out, his handheld to the doorknob before I called.

“Mr. Logan?” he turned to me. I could see the anger and frustration in his eyes already. It was no lie he hated me already. I swallowed deeply looking into his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I said in a low voice. This wasn’t said for me not to pay or for him to have mercy on me, whatever. I said it because I genuinely felt terrible. I’ve never felt as terrible as that before. He didn’t utter a word as he pulled the door open and left. Yeah, I ought to feel bad. Everyone just stared. Francesca, the police guy, Mo… No doubt, I felt a sting in my chest as he left. But I’d served it.

“Hope you know you apologizing won’t change a thing. You’ve got to pay it, okay” I didn’t want to transfer my anger and aggression to her. She was not at fault here, I was. I damn shouldn’t have. How was I going to pay it back? I didn’t have twenty thousand dollars because it was like my three-four months’ salary.

How was I supposed to pay it back? Get myself involved with a couple of guys and get fucked? No way.

I needed to do something better. But nothing could get me twenty thousand in that short period.

Besides the debt, what would happen to my reputation as a journalist? Fuck, I had finally met that one person I couldn’t mess with. He treated my bullshit.

I rubbed my temples, thinking how messed up my life would be after this. I had a lot of debts to pay to the bank. Gosh.

“Do you have the money to pay now, or we take legal action?” the policeman said, as I kept my gaze on him. No option was suitable for me. No one to borrow from, not even Mo; her ass was broken as mine. 

I needed to be strategic with my thinking, and there was no way I could act smart here. My attention caught Mo and Mason in a discussion. It better be something that would get me out of here…

“Can you give me a minute?”

“I can’t give you a minute, girl…I don’t have that much time. The truth is that we you broke the vase and you’ve got to pay for it.

Are you in or not?”Suddenly Mason and Mo walked in, with pride and determination on their faces.

“Let her go. I’ll pay.” Mason said.