Chapter 28
Marcus
When I looked at my phone, I scoffed at the numerous texts entering.
The craziest part was that it was just from one source. It was Paul telling me about the date with Joliet- the same girl he said he was into but looked at another woman’s ass right in my front.
Maybe that’s not a crime but not how I’m wired. I can’t even stand looking at another woman while I’m in a fling and that’s
messy.
I wish it was different but not many women are wired the way I like them, the way I desire them.
The next set of texts wasn’t about his date anymore. They were all about me.
I picked up my glass of whiskey as I stared down at my text thread with Paul. He sent a bunch of texts, all waiting for my response. I’m all sorts of fucked up.
The moment I saw the news come up, I dropped everything I was doing, slipped on my shoes, and walked to the closest bar where I’ve been ever since, wallowing in how the universe is so fucking unjust. No, not unjust, let’s just say fucked up.
There are so many things going on in my head- so many that I can’t even think straight.
My phone dings.
Paul: You better respond to my texts man. what the hell?
I raised the glass to my mouth and then lowered the glass. My fingers traced around the body of the glass like I was lost in thoughts but I wasn’t.
Probably just reflecting and skimming through things because I didn’t want to find myself overthinking about her.
Paul: Do you want me to come over?
I shook my head because that wouldn’t help as much. I needed my space at a time like this so I texted back rejecting his offer.
Paul: One more thing. Are you sure you can handle this?
Marcus: No but I’ll figure it out.
Paul: How did the press even get that? I mean, that’s a lot of information. Not just information but false information.
Marcus: I already contacted them to take it down.
It comes with fame, the unnecessary spotlight but with power and influence, everything tends to work at your pace instead.
Paul was concerned about me because Kyra’s death was about 21 years ago. Hell, how time flies.
Just yesterday, she had become a teenage mom holding my hands and making me promise I’ll never abandon her like her parents, and of course- I was never going to. Not even in the next world.
And today, she’s six feet down because of an accident that I could have prevented from happening.
Maybe not but I had the chance to save Kyra from dying and I didn’t. I let it happen and even though everyone thinks it was unavoidable, Paul and I know more than that.
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Being left with a six–month–old child and a bunch of napkins to change is a contribution to why I’m molded this way. I had to understand what patience means firsthand with a child who was so difficult to communicate with.
I have no idea how Kyra did it- kissing his cheek and knowing he wanted to suck or his diapers needed to be changed.
So many things but I figured out my way
through it, as always.
I probably should have added that to the response I gave Melissa but that’s okay- I’m still trying to handle press issues.
In order to get a good number of people flooding their articles and causing traffic, a popular journalist wrote an article about Kyra committing suicide.
How could people be so daft to make jokes about everything and try to lighten issues this way?
I reached out to the manager, giving him two hours to take that bloody article down. Fortunately, it didn’t take up to two hours for that to be done.
Paul: Are you sure you don’t need assistance with anything?
Paul: I’d have fuckin slammed them with a suit.
Marcus: Yeah, man. I mean, what the actual fuck? Why would they do this?
Paul. Isn’t it obvious? To get some money off you, man. They know a story like this about your personal life will sell. It’s you Marcus, everyone wants to know what’s going on in your life.
Marcus: But fuck, nothing is going on.
Paul: They don’t seem to get how boring your
Marcus: Now you’ll shut up.
life is.
Paul: Or maybe not, especially since we’ve been having some content from Miss Secretary.
I shut my eyes at his absurdity.
Marcus: I think need to focus.
you
Paul: Everything on earth but my focus is on you.
Marcus: Keep that to yourself. It sounds gay.
Paul: But jokes off, you think you can handle this? I can take the next flight man, it’s your mental health we’re talking about.
Marcus: Hell yes. Now focus on Joliet or whatever her name is.
With that, I set my phone down and bring my glass to my lips.
I can’t have Paul leave a trip- one he has spent so much on to come and do what? Crack jokes me feel better?
about Kyra’s death to make
I need a distraction and not a reminder. Paul’s presence will only bring the memories because he was the first person I saw after confirming Kyra’s death.
“That’s enough,” I muttered to myself and took another sip from my glass.
I left work early to get some time alone but now that I think of it going back there is going to do me some good.
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It’s late and everyone has left but a spare key was my option. I had the keys to every department but I didn’t need to do much, except stay in my office and work.
So Marcus, let’s go and drown in work.
I stood up and paid the barman for the drinks. He reached out saying the money was more but I brushed it off.
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Everyone deserves to get more than they deserve, some people just happen to be on the wrong side of the coin, and I- I’m the Boss of those people.
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