JAVIER HERNANDEZ
All was quiet in her absence, and something about her exit and the way the door echoed as she slammed it shut made me feel terribly alone, or abandoned, rather.
For a while I stood and stared, until my phone's ring drew my attention. It was my assistant’s name on the screen, as I had saved it.
Mr. Marcus Vane.
It was with a quiet sigh that I accepted it and paid full attention to his light voice, very light for his fifty-three years of age.
“Where were you?” he asked me.
“Busy with—” I paused, remembering that I did not know who I was with.
“That Chloe girl was acting quite wild. If you wanted her jilted, you could have told me and I would have arranged it for you.”
I smiled to myself. Trusty, old Mr. Vane who I was almost certain would take a bullet for me if I
