IN LOVE WITH HIM

06

CAZ MARCHL

Sitting in the leather chair in my office, one ankle on one knee, I try to suppress my anger, showing only what I want him to see. I maintain a certain composure when I stand up from my chair and articulate in a controlled tone:

- so you lost it and you have the audacity to show up here?

He lowers his head, making no sound, probably just internally praying that I don't burst into rage and shoot him in the head. With a slow and calculated step, I walk around my desk and point exactly in front of him. I tilt my head back, clench my jaw, clench my fists and finally declare:

- are you kidding me?

-Caz-

- Dove, are you kidding me?! . I growled, having failed to control myself, so you lost it and you showed up here to tell me?

- I'm going to find her… I-

My jaw tenses, at the same time as I feel my veins throbbing, I am suddenly seized with uncontrolled trembling, I do not refrain and angrily grab his collar, pinning his body against the wall of the room with brutality.

- listen to me carefully, I don't know how you're going to manage it, but you're going to find her and bring her back to me! You have two hours, no more, and if that’s not the case, you already know your fate.

I release him, then return to my chair, popping a few buttons on my shirt. I pull up the cuffs, lean back quietly in my dues, and order him sharply:

- go away !

However, before he can even turn away, there are three knocks on my office door, I sit back down properly and say:

- between.

My authorization given, the door opens silently to Lorenzo. When he enters the sign more openly, I realize that he is not alone. He wrapped his hand firmly around a girl's handshake. My eyebrows furrow involuntarily and I raise my head to meet the gaze of the girl next to her: her big green eyes, her rings, the mascara that has flowed around her eyes tells me that she has been crying. I don't dwell too much on this trivial detail and more frankly. His face is hairless, thin, without angular contours. He gives off an expression of gentleness with a bright and open look, his eyebrows are red, thick and in good position. Her lips are pink and full, her little trumpet nose and her long eyelashes give her a certain charm.

She looks exactly like her father, they both have the same f*****g look... her green eyes full of innocence that could fool anyone.

- I found it while I was on a mission, articulates Lorenzo, at the same time taking me out of my thoughts.

- so you managed to escape the surveillance of one of my most loyal henchmen?

A superficial smile stretches my lips, anchoring a mask of insolence on my face. I lean back comfortably in my chair and don’t miss a single one of his facial expressions. The features of her face are drawn by worry and fear, her lips tremble, her complexion becomes pale, she makes no movement and remains nailed to the ground like an electric pole.

- Dove, are you telling me that it’s this frail and harmless creature that escaped you? . You're kidding me, I hope.

Knowing full well that I am waiting for a response from him, Dove raises her head, meets my gaze and articulates in a detached tone.

- she is not as frail as she looks.

A nervous laugh escaped me. I'm not fooled, he's lying, and I know that, but I don't say anything, I let him believe his own lie.

- oh good? I asked him without masking my disbelief.

- Yes .

- she is therefore as sneaky as her father.

I took my gaze away from hers and focused on that of the redhead poster in front of me. I don't see any trace of indignation on his face. The fact that we talk about her as if she wasn't there (seems) to suit her, she wants to be forgotten.

- I guess if you let her go it's not for nothing, she must be very good at handling.

They both freeze, Dove's complexion turns livid when he quickly looks away and places it on the ground:

- I...d-don't know what you're talking about, he stammers, clearly looking away from me.

- sending you to hell will be a big loss, but don't worry, someone will miss you, I declared, getting up nonchalantly from my chair, why exactly are you letting her go?

- Caz, calm down.

Even at death's door, he tries to maintain a certain composure, a certain self-control. I don't