All Chapters of SIR: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My brain is both frozen, and moving too fast. It can’t think quick enough to make my body move, to plan my next step, because it is too busy thinking over what just happened.My boss just killed someone. In his office. In the chair that I sometimes sit in.My biggest question is why?My second question is how. How did he do it with such… casualness? Like he’s done it before?I need to get out. That is the first thing I need to do.With the adrenaline shaking my body, I slowly step towards the door. Peering round the edge of the wood, I swallow the lump in my throat when I see David walking back around the room, towards his desk, using a cloth to clean his gun before putting it down, then he stares at the desk. I see him reach a hand out, moving something, and then he just stops. breathe, watching him go dead still, then he straightens up, picks his gun back up, and puts it into his belt. He readjusts his waistcoat, picks his suit jacket off the side of the d

The office day is stilted, to say the least.David doesn’t speak to me again, and I don’t speak to him again. I just do my work, clock off at 5.30pm, and march out of the building.I speak to Marcus on the way home about spending the night at my ‘friend’s house’, i.e. my night job. Sel is going to come over, pick me up from my apartment, and then Marcus will walk us both downstairs.It takes the whole walk back to convince him to let me go. Once Sel turns up at mine, he suddenly realises that he’s absolutely okay with it, but he simply needs her number as well as mine to keep tabs on me.I’m suspicious, particularly as I notice his eyes lingering on her a little bit too long.Either way, I put my evening outfit in a bag, throw my coat on, and rush off with Sel. I feel a wave of peace rush over me as I step into The Red Room, Nico running up to hug me, and I take a couple minutes just to take everything in.I have an hour until David is due to come in. Apparen

David nods, but doesn’t say anything else.He presses the console button again, lowering the screen, and I get the sense that he wants to wait until we’re both at his. So, I don’t ask any questions. Yet.Instead, I use the drive to think of the questions I really want an answer to, and by the time he’s opening his front door, I have a list in my head.David, of course, lives in a penthouse apartment. I walk into it in astonishment, my brain desperately trying to process the size, the luxury of it, the paintings, the marble and oak surfaces.I vaguely hear him rattling off some information as he puts my bags by the door – security cameras, guards, maid schedules, where the kitchen is, but I’m not really listening. I’m too busy walking through, my hands running over the surfaces that probably cost thousands of dollars, my feet stepping on a wooden floor that is likely more than my apartment is worth. By the time I reach the lounge, a sunken area with dark blues, greys

“So, it’s normal for you to come back at this time, is it?” He asks, downing the rest of his whiskey, putting it on the table and standing up.His suit jacket is on the sofa beside him, and he’s just in his shirt and trousers, although a few of his shirt buttons aren’t done up.Because I unbuttoned them at his request a few hours earlier.“Pretty normal. Is it normal for you to stay up and wait for your secretary to return?” I retaliate as he walks up to me, making me tilt my head to look up at him.“Well, I was trying to work out why you were out so late.”“I was on a date and we fucked in his car on the way back.” I say sarcastically.“I don’t appreciate the joke.”“Who says I’m joking?” I retort, pushing past him to kick my shoes off and hang my coat up.I changed at the club, so I’m now dressed in a simple jumper and leggings. “What I do when I’m out is none of your business.” I say as I hear him walk up behind me.“I need to make sure yo

I don’t see David until it is literally time to walk out of the front door the next morning. Even when I do see him, I have no idea what to say to him.David and I kissed.Like… we kissed.It is everything I wanted, and yet, the reminder of my evening activities just had to ruin it. I dreamt about the kiss, dreamt about it morphing into David and me at the club, dreamt about what would have happened if I hadn’t stopped it at just a kiss.The drive to the office is dead silent.I’m keeping my gaze on my hands in my lap, and David is staring out the window, his elbow on the door, his hand over his mouth.I debate saying something. Anything. But every time I think of something to say, it seems ridiculous, so I keep my mouth shut.Letting myself out of the car once it arrives at the building, I march through the lobby to the elevators, pressing the button repeatedly as David walks up behind me. The doors finally open, and David and I and a few other people cr