"Oh, thank goodness you're here." "Mr. Johnson said," as he exhaled deeply. Curt rushed and turned only to find the last person she could imagine. Her eyes rolled at him, but Bright didn't blink; instead, he smirked and walked over to them.
"Sir, is there a problem?" he asked, bowing his head low. Mrs. Mrs. Curts could inhale his calm breath, but it was dangerous for her. "Yes, exactly. Mrs. Mrs. Curts here doesn't have the potential to follow up on this case." He raised his hand and tapped it on the table.
"Really? I thought she was the best of all." Bright scoffed and then turned to face Mrs. Curts. She lifted her hands to punch the hell out of him but pitched it and stopped, clutching it beneath the seat.
"It'll be a pleasure, sir. I'm glad." He curled a smile; only Mrs. Curts knew the truth. Bright glanced at her one more time before pulling an empty seat and sat down. "Later in the day, I would send you the files so you could make this law firm proud."Mr. Johnson said as they exchanged handshakes.
"Sir…you can't do that." Curt yelled but smoothly as she stood up, ready to lash out and be sacked. "And what if I?" Mr. Johnson chuckled, pulled out his cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.
Mrs. Curt inhales gently and coughed out. "Mrs. Curts, if you don't mind, Mr. Johnson and I have a lot to discuss about the case, you—" Bright clicked his tongue and continued. "You didn't achieve that."
"Excuse us!" Mr. Johnson yelled, his voice a little bit high. Curt had a lot to lay out, but each time her lips opened, they slid back shut.
"You would pay for this! I promise." She snarled. "I would love to watch." He responded with a smile. Mr. Johnson watched them and tossed his head. Everyone in the office knew that they clashed; it's been like this for two years and still counting.
Mrs. Curt slammed the door behind her as she screamed, letting out her pain. She couldn't imagine Bright taking over the case at the court case. Each step she took had vengeance and a hurt soul. She walked toward the hallway and to the elevator; everyone stared at her, and some whispered.
Curt didn't care. She walked out of the elevator and straight out of the building. Running her hands through her hair, as it became messy. Without another thought, she rushed over to her car and started the engine.
A huge gasp escaped, hands gripping on the steering. Heart pounding and eyes parting fast, the car drove as fast as it could and then to her apartment.
"William would look at me as a coward and think I might be scared of him or something," she muttered under her breath. She had arrived and walked outside her car and slammed the door. It vibrated her neighbor's window.
"What the hell?" an aged lady upstairs yelled from the window and placed an index finger at Curts. Already tired of her troubles, she only hissed and walked inside the building. The stairs felt heavy and long to climb, even though she was used to it.
"Oh, goosh." She felt exhausted, to the point of running off the road and laying naked on the ground. But that wasn't going to happen; she moved toward her door and twisted the door handle. Immediately the door opened, she ran toward the bed, jumped, and buried her face on it.
"I need a plan, a great one." She didn't notice when she dozed off.
The sky was dark, and the ground felt heavy for William; immediately he heard those words. "See you in hell." He immediately rushed to his car, hopped inside, heart pounding and hands clutched on his chest, gasping for enough air.
"What if they got me?" he asked himself. He locked the door firmly, eyes spying at any movement. The gasps kept escaping as he stopped them with his hands on his lips.
"I need to leave here." He whispered before starting the engine and drove faster. The car sound echoed down the street as hands trembled and eyes got wet. In less than an hour, William arrived home, even though he felt like visiting his friend, but got the thought of having himself killed.
His hands were on the door handle, ready to twist it open. But it was already twisted open, he panicked and walked back. He tugged his gun out, ready to tear anybody with his bullet. Eyes lingering around as he slid the door open gently.
The parlor filled with the scent of coffee, and he wasn't a coffee type. "Hey, who are you?" He yelled, hands firmly at the gun, as his eyes glanced straight to the small dining room.
"Get out now!" He lashed out, and even the tension distracted his voice and made it crack and hitch. Suddenly, he heard footsteps moving closer toward him. He jerked off and turned, eyes lingering for anybody.
"Hey? Get the fuck off here!" He chuckled and held his chest as Julia laughed out. "When did you arrive?" He asked, but she ignored the question and hugged him tightly. Their breath was hot and sweaty, and they squeezed their bodies.
"I…missed you, Uncle," she said, after pulling off the hug. It's been ages since William had a smile or had peace, but he was enjoying her company.
"I missed you. Come here." She moved closer to him as he lifted her and turned her. The house air slashed down her cheeks as it moved in motion. Julia screamed in excitement as her hands were in the air, touching its gentleness.
"What about your mom?" he asked, as she smirked. "You're a sister? That one who doesn't listen, she is alright but requests your presence, since it's been long ago," she scoffed.
"Oh, my bad, have you eaten? Or do you want me to…" William asked his niece.
"I've already had some, thank you. Your melon chips were pretty good." She clicked her tongue.
"Okay, fine." He said, placing the house key into his coat pinned to the wall beside the door entrance.
"Uncle William, I do have a lot to discuss with you, but your job wouldn't let you have some rest." She explained and walked over to the sofa and sat down.
"Uncle…"
"Shhh!*
"Did you arrive here with someone?" he asked, as the hushed grew stronger and noises echoed in the hallway.