Page 5 of Matteo
Some fun.
Turning up the radio, I pulled away from my apartment complex and out into the evening traffic. I loved the business that I’d started, it was one of the first things in a long time that I’d started and finished. However, everything had become a blur of ordering forms, appointment times and different hair styles.
The thought of snorting some blow and drinking till I couldn’t stand it had the tension melting out of my body already.
What could be the harm in having a little fun?
Chapter 2
Matteo
Araven was staring at me from the window of the office I occupied. As children, we’d been warned by mother’s people not to stare into the eyes of a raven for too long because when it flew away, it’d take our soul with it.
The pen I had in my fingers was tapping lightly against the desk where I sat, and the raven seemed to be fluttering his feathers in tune with my movements.
When I stopped, he stopped.
When I started again, he fluttered again.
“Zacharra,” a voice said from behind me, causing me to give a slight jump.
“What?” I asked, turning and looking around, coming face to face with Agent Jack Berkley.
He was a short balding man, who was set to retire later in the year. He’d been on desk duty for the last few years, mostly a glorified secretary for the Seattle FBI office.
“Director wants to see you in his office,” he said before departing, leaving the door to my office open.
A sigh escaped my lips as I swiveled back around to look at the raven.
The raven had left but I was ever so sure that my soul was still intact.
Adjusting the case files on my desk, I reached and turned off the pink salt lamp that I kept on during the day.
The Director was going to be my last stop of the day before I headed out and got a drink. He’d been riding my ass lately because of some shit that had happened a few months ago. I’d even lost my chance to move to the East Coast for a better position.
It was another grievance that I was going to file against my father the next time I saw him. There was no mistaking it, I was going to see him. I hoped that it would be sooner rather than later.
As I was rounding the corner, coming from the opposite direction I locked eyes with Jason Nakamura. His sharp angled eyes pierced into my own and wouldn’t look away.
He hated me and I hated him right back.
Of course, he had a good reason to hate my guts, not that I could blame him.
We hadn’t started off as enemies, in fact we’d been best friends meeting at the academy in Quantico, Virginia.
Then, I’d met and married his sister Jessica. Our marriage had been short and tumultuous to say the least. The moment I’dsigned my name on the divorce papers, I’d been on Jason’s shit list.
Turning the corning, I realized we were going in the same direction.
“Do you know what this is about?” I asked as we stepped onto the elevator together.
“Didn’t ask,” Jason mashed the button hard to take us to the director’s office.
The elevator grew quiet, only the hum of the machinery carrying us up to the very top floor to the Director’s office. The quiet ding hit my ears and we stepped off going left. We stopped at the secretary’s desk, and she offered us a small smile.
“Director Lance is expecting you,” she went back to work.
What does he want?
