KELVIN
I'm not even yet out of the building and my phone is blowing up.
I check it and it's my mom, I shake my head and keep moving, but my phone keeps ringing.
I just pick it, "what is it" "please it's June, oh my God".
I don't even hear anything again, there's like a ringing in my ears.
I take the last cash I have and book a cab to the clinic where my sister has been interned for the last few months.
I thought they were giving her treatment.
I arrive at the hospital but the nurses refuse to let me see my sister so I find myself sitting at the reception watching all movements coming from inside.
"Mr Rivers? you can come see her",the doctor tells me,I follow her "Doctor how is she"
"her situation is now stabilized" "I thought she was already on therapy" "she was" her tone is clipped as she speaks,"was?" I asked bewildered.
"Yes, the call came in today and she was cut of the support"
"What the hell!" "Yes", she answers me once again.
That's when I realize that I'm being led to a deserted hallway, the woman looks at me apologetically.
I shake my head, what did I get into. "Where is my mum",
I hate the pity I see in her eyes "she left as soon as your sister was brought in".
Another trap, and she couldn't even spare her daughter from that.
Dread fills me as she holds open a door to a room, the rate at which choice is constantly snatched from my hand is very displeasing.
The door is silently shut behind me, inside is just a white barren room and a chair placed at the far end.
I stand with my back to the door as Arrow enters accompanied by a man in a cloak.
They enter from a lateral door, the man seats on the only chair in the room Arrow stands right beside him.
I don't get their need for theatrics any of their presence is scary enough.
Arrow is the first to speak "you remembered our last talk right, you have had enough time to think since then".
And it was just two days ago, "yes" "and you have come to your decision". I sigh this is a losing situation, "it's not like I even have a choice" "oh you do" Arrow says chuckling humorlessly.
"My sister dying is not a choice", and I'll probably end up dead and my mom even if she will refuse to believe it.
"What exactly do you want from me, I don't have access to anything there, I'm not even trusted or liked by my boss" I cry out, frustrated.
" You will find away around that, if you had a choice before you definitely don't have one now", the dark voice of the cloaked man has me flinching. "Every location and information on the Marly contract will be passed to Arrow and there is a particular information on the Hoseao diamond mines I need" "I have no idea what you are talking about".
A silent bullet wheezes pass my ear, I didn't even see it coming "you, that useless sister of yours and your mom's life belong to me, I have eyes everywhere don't you dare lie to me", his tone extra sharp.
"Emm, I know about the Marly deal but I know nothing of the other one" "it is classified information and extremely important, it doesn't matter how you do it, I want information starting this week all your findings will be related to Arrow or…", he leaves the sentence hanging, the consequences of disobedience loud and clear.
He stands up to leave, Arrow closing in behind him a sneer on his face.
I step into my sisters room, the sight a guy wrenching one.
The frail girl connected to what seems like a hundred machines, her heart monitor is beating steadily..
She opens her eyes, weakly and smiles to me, I rush to he bedside and grab her hand.
"It's going to be okay dear", I whisper, "it's already okay, I was doing really good" "you're so strong", she smiles sheepishly, "I just need more rest".
I kiss her forehead. I can't afford to lose her I'll rather they take me first.
MICHEAL
I arrive late at work feeling guilty after my confrontation with Mrs Cadwell, I decide I will give him a chance he didn't do anything wrong, except not being what I wanted.
Lately I've not really been sure of what I actually want and it seems like I've been craving citrus more and more.
I get to his office and he is not even there, how exactly am I to give him a chance if he couldn't even be present for me to see him, I sigh.
I look around the office, inspecting his space.He seems pretty clean and very well organized, all the papers are neatly stacked up everything in exact position.
I pick up the only picture frame on his desk, a cute girl probably just a year, holding a plushie. She looks very much like my mouse.
I smile as I imagine him a cute little baby. He still is not here. I check the corridor again then go back into the office.
I shrug it off, it's not like I've been waiting for him desperate to inhale his scent and make sure he does not totally hate me for my actions yesterday.
The sight I meet in my office is shocking, my mouse is bent forward across my desk, his perky little ass in the air.
He startles and turns back once he sees me, fear in his eyes.
The animal part of me angry that my mate feels fear in my presence, he seems to sense this anger in me and backs into the table.
My legs eat up the distance between us, and I'm by him the next instant "what are you doing here?" my voice comes out more gruff than I intended it to be, that was not even the question I wanted to ask.
I wanted to ask if he feels okay and how he slept.
He just shrugs "I came in to check up on you, to set up your daily schedule " "oh really how long have you been here?"
His eyes seem to flare, "I pushed some things down and I was putting them together, didn't want you to witness more of my incompetence".
Guilt bites hard at me at his words but I swallow it, " that's why you were bent over my table when I came in"
A blush spreads across his face, and I the image of him bent over and blushing while my hand skim all over his body, pass through my head unbidden.
"I was putting them back up sir", the sir is exhaled in a shudder, I run my right hand very lightly across his rib cage.
"So you come into my office and put your hands all over my things, without my consent or permission" I'm sorry sir" "you keep saying your sorry, I think it's high time we did something about this behavior of yours", I whisper this into his ears.
I'm shocked when he pushes me away, "Micheal, I will not have you treat me like this".
My wolf purrs at my name for the first time before I register the other words.
I frown, "what?"