Married to my suspect

DANIELLE'S POV

I closed the file I'd been ordered to organize earlier that morning and stood up, stretching my back. I knocked on my boss's office and when there was no response, strange since I hadn't noticed him going out, I opened the office and entered.

After the day I'd been interviewed, this was the first time I was entering his office and even though it wasn't my first time in it, it was still so unfamiliar. His words came back to me. ''I respect privacy, both mine and yours, so I'll try not to enter your space, and you shouldn't enter mine."

I scoffed at his words. Which secretary was banned from entering her boss's office anyway? Since I was inside anyway, I was going to make the best of it.

I checked through the window and seeing no sign of my boss, I entered deeper into the office, taking note of the neatness and organization. He must be a neat freak since no one else was allowed into his office, I held that for future reference. I'd been working for my boss for over three months and I still knew nothing about him, an oddity in my life.

He was the handsomest man I'd ever seen, tall and with gorgeous eyes, a bit too young to be in his position in my opinion and way too quiet. Other than greetings when he arrived and demands he needed, I'd never seen him talking to anybody else, not on the phone and not physically which made me very curious about what kind of man he was.

I briefly glanced through his table and moved towards the organized folder cabinet but suddenly turned back towards the table. 

Sure enough, I picked up the green beautiful fountain pen that had been next to the remote on the table, my eyes blurring at the influx of memory.

I could hear daddy screaming, a sound I had never heard before it was suddenly cut off.

The man came closer and squatted in front of me, my eyes meeting his masked one. 

"And who do we have here?" He asked, caressing my cheek.

Whimpering, my eyes followed the click sound of the pen in his hand and he laughed and pocketed it when he saw the direction my eyes had gone.

"There's no need to be scared, little girl. I'll make sure you don't remember anything."

He grabbed my hair, the hair dad had carefully packed for me with my favourite bow, and the bow fell and broke. He bent and picked it up. 

"What do we have here? How beautiful."

That was the last thing I heard and saw before mummy's screams woke me up. The man was gone, but daddy's body was still where it was, and he was just staring at me. My eyes recognized the blood and I passed out again.

I shuddered and fingered the pen, the same one I'd just seen in my memory when the sound of footstep alerted me I was about to be found out.

I contemplated remaining in position and confirming where he had gotten the pen since I'd searched and seen nothing like it, not since that fateful day but my courage failed me and I hid under his desk, realizing what a stupid mistake that had been as I watched his expensive shoes enter the office and start towards me and I stopped breathing.

"I'll come and see you guys soon, I promise. Relay that to dad as well."

Was that my boss's voice? It couldn't have been because I'd obviously heard the smile in his voice and his face had never changed from the frown he always had. Not even when I deliver his lunch. Was he talking to his family?

That question was answered as a feminine, mature voice laughed. His phone was on speaker.

"You have to. I've missed your face. And bring your wife or partner along."

I started shaking as he stopped right in front of his table. Any further step and he would see me.

"If I'm coming, I'm coming alone." He groaned. "I thought we had an agreement."

The woman paused and cleared her throat. "That was before…. that happened. You're the only one I have now."

I felt the entire atmosphere tense, the tension coming from the man feeling the office. "I'll see what I can do." He replied, and I began praying, tears almost sliding down my cheeks in fear. I should have just stayed calm and confronted him rather than participating in this suicide mission.

My phone started ringing from my office and I tensed even further, if it was possible, waiting to get caught and planning the best way to react and not be tagged foolish. As if that was going to be possible. No reasonable person entered their boss's office after warnings not to and even if they did, I was sure it would be his first time seeing a secretary hiding under his table.

"Sounds like you need to get the phone." He responded and dropped the call and I started coming out when he remained frozen in place. Had he seen me and was waiting for me to stop embarrassing myself?

Just before I came out, I heard him go out of the office and I remained where I was. I peeked out to confirm he had actually left and took my first breath since he entered the office, wiping my sweat.

Taking one last look at the pen, I tiptoed out of the office and melted into my chair. That had taken almost ten years off my life.

I tried to get back to work but couldn't get the pen out of my mind. I had to ask him, but I doubted I was ready to hear the answer. There was no way that pen was innocent, I'd searched through all means I'd seen, but there had been no trace of that pen. 

"Can't you just let it go and let him rest in peace? It's been years and I hate the fact that you're still torturing yourself." I shook my head to remove my mum's words to me at her last visit when she'd seen the case files I'd been unable to hide well. I couldn't let him go to rest. I was going to find whoever was responsible and make them regret what they'd done. How would I be able to live with myself if I couldn't do that?

JONATHAN'S POV

I needed to clear my mind and going for a drive seemed the best option right now. I'd inputted the floor for the garage when I realized I'd forgotten to grab my keys from my office.

I punched the elevator wall in frustration and changed the floor to the gym. Punching a few bags would calm down the raging flood in me a little.