HIS LUNA

CHAPTER3

TITLE: DAVID POWELL…..?

“Who is David Powell? I don't really get what you're talking about.” I asked, looking at both of them as they stared at me in surprise. “Wait, are you on this planet earth? Who doesn't know who David Powell is?” they asked in unison as I shook my head.

“Am I supposed to know him and who is he?” I asked. “Of course ,he's the owner of the club we went to and I guess you smashed each other without knowing.” Emily said,a dreamy look in her eyes as I scoffed.

“Oh stop it, I'm sure there are some people I know which you barely know so it's vice versa. Come on, I need to leave for work now. I'll catch up with you girls later.”

As I walked out of the house,I felt like I was being watched but I pushed the feeling off and walked towards my old car.

I sat behind the steering wheel and started the old engine. It croaked like an aged frog as I chuckled a little. “Be a good boy,will you?” I asked, patting the steering as I jerked into life.

“Good.” I whispered and hit the road.

“Good morning Daniella, how was your night and how did you celebrate your promotion?” Beatrice the secretary of Mr Arnold the manager asked as I worked into the building with my headset on.

I turned to look at her and smiled genuinely. She was the only person that congratulated me genuinely on the day I got the promotion and I knew it was from her heart. Rumor has it that she was smashing the CEO and the manager but I couldn't tell because she was just so nice to think such a thing about her.

“I celebrated it well and I finally went to the club, I think I'm finally getting out of my shell and I love it.” I replied and kissed her cheeks.

“Thanks for believing in me and for rooting for me, I really appreciate it.” I whispered and walked away.

“So did you two exchange contacts or something?” Rachel asked as I rolled my eyes. It's been two weeks since our girls night out and they were still pestering me for information and for details about him.

“Do you realize you're not even sure if he is David Powell ? You cannot just pin it on anybody. We're not even sure if he's actually the man I slept with!” Emily sipped her tea and rolled her eyes.

“If I were to be in your shoes, you'd be drilling me for answers too so chill and relax a bit, just give us the answer we want and we'll be done with this issue in no time.”

“Give us quick answers, besides where's your bag? And I don't mean your boring office bag. I want the one you took to the club.” Emily said as I looked behind me at the rack.

“It's over there,the pink color.” She stood up and walked over to pick the bag. She dipped her hand in it and retrieved a paper.

“I don't recall putting anything in my bag so where did that come from?” I asked and she scoffed. “We should set you up for smuggling drugs cause how the hell did he put this piece in your bag and you didn't notice?” Rachel sighed and palmed her head.

“Girl you need to loosen up,be more free and stop being so tight with everything in your life. It's his cellphone number and you haven't tried to reach him in weeks,two weeks!” I snatched the paper from her and stared at the number. Beneath it was written,David Powell in block letters.

“Still I don't think it's right to call him,I'll just keep it safe and maybe __” I stopped talking when I noticed the kind of look they were giving me. I touched my head,my face and my neck to know if something was wrong but they only burst out laughing hysterically.

“What exactly are you doing? Tell me, you're seriously gonna keep the paper without jumping on the opportunity of calling and getting to know him?”

“What if he just wanted s*x and nothing more,what if it's just for formality or to embarrass me? I really don't want to get entangled in a web of confusion and pain.”

“So you're gonna give up a lifetime opportunity just because you're scared?”

“Yeah, I have to.” I replied.

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“Hey Beatrice, do you know what's going on there? I mean the press and everything. What's Mr Arnold saying?” I asked and she sighed.

“We're trying to cover a story of a child that was carelessly left behind at a restaurant by her mom after eating,she was found dead two hours after.” I gasped at the horrific story.

“Sounds like deliberate work,it could be a coincidence but it's more than eighty percent planned. What about the child's father?” I asked.

“He's a drunkard, they were living off child support so I don't know how she got enough money to eat at a restaurant. It's both confusing and painful.” Beatrice replied.

“Who is the journalist in this case?” I asked as Lina brushed past me,two files in her hands as Beatrice and I shared a knowing look.

“I guess we have our answer.” I said and she smiled.

“I'm interested in this case,is there a way I can fix myself,just for the meantime? Or get to do my own research?” I asked, pleading with my eyes.

“I'll find a way to fix you in but that's not a guarantee that you'll be let in on the actual case, it's just for a short while.”

“Thank you so much,I really appreciate it.” I said, dancing on my toes as she smiled.

“David Powell,give way,David Powell, give way.” I heard as I froze and the next moment I found myself running into the nearest restroom.