1. DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 7--8


    Date: 11/6/2023, Categories: Occupations, Author: campusvamp 

    ... you have it than those goddamned vultures I have as a family. Fucking kids won't even talk to me unless they're asking for money.

"I'm dead, Viv. But I'm gonna screw 'em all. There's enough in the letter to put my fucking partners in jail and those I stole from won't get a penny back," Tim laughed as he stood up. I didn't have experience with dealing with crying, laughing, crazy men. Wherever Tim was at in his mind, I never wanted to go there.

"Years in jail and not a penny," Tim repeated in triumph, then grabbed my forearms, "I'm a dead man, but I screwed them all! You've been the only good thing in my life the last few months, Viv. I would have tried to take you with me. If you figure out what I put in the papers, I hope you have the life I wish I'd had."

As quickly as triumph had flooded Tim's voice, now there was only sadness as he picked up the bottle of scotch again. "One for the road, Viv," Tim laughed. "I'm sorry you're involved, but I had no one else. No one! What a fucked-up mess my life is… If you figure it out, promise me you'll have fun with your life. Don't let your life end like mine." I thought Tim was gonna break down and cry again, but he pulled himself together to take another healthy pull from the bottle. Gripping the long bill of my tennis cap, he pulled it low over my eyes.

"Keep your head down and don't let 'em follow you," were Tim's last words as he pushed me out of his office. I heard the door lock engage behind me.

I was confused ...
    ... beyond flabbergasted. But I kept my head down and decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator to the lobby. Leaning against the wall in the stairwell, I gathered my wits and tried to figure out what the fuck had just happened. Staring at my bag, I wondered what the hell was in there. If I'd taken the elevator, I might have already been in a taxi and away before...

Instead, Tim got to the sidewalk before I did.

The screams had stopped, but out of the buzz of voices, I gleaned what had happened. I stared at the legs that were all I could see between two parked cars. I looked up and counted floors to the broken window. I knew whose office was on that floor. I should have stayed and told the police what I knew. Olivia would have. But Viv wanted to get the fuck out of here! Too many questions to answer and too many truths to admit if Viv stayed.

I turned and walked away. I didn't think of going in any particular direction. I just walked. The heavy bag suspended from my shoulder finally reminded me that I had a destination I should be going towards. I turned in the direction of the hotel and then remembered what Tim had said.'Don't let 'em follow you.' Paranoia moved into my vacant, confused brain.

I had plenty of time to make my next appointment. Tim hadn't kept me for even an hour. I had time to go back to my apartment and drop off what Tim had asked me to carry out of his building. I was trying to flag down a taxi when my paranoia flared up again. I thought of the ...
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