Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
“You know who I am?” she whispers, still looking at the gun.
Is she thinking about taking it? She should.
“Do you not know who I am?” I ask.
“I know who you are, Kenzo.”
A hint of a smirk pulls at my lips. It’s not often people can tell Kyson and me apart. As fraternal twins, it’s hard to tell us apart. It was damn near impossible when we were growing up. I didn’t have all this ink back in school, and Kyson and I were identical back then. So how does she know it’s me?
“How do you know which brother I am?” I ask, still holding the gun out for her to take. She raises her head, and her devilish eyes meet mine.
“You always had this look in your eyes like you weren’t happy. Your brother seemed to float through life.” She pauses. “You still have that look.” I pull the gun back and holster it. “How did you know who I was?”
“I didn’t, until I did a search and found out you went to the same school as me.” I study her for a moment. “Quiet back then, weren’t you?”
“Can you please get out of my bathroom?” Her voice squeaks.
I contemplate not doing as she asks but decide I should get out of this little hot box of a bathroom anyway. She moves back, and I step out into her bedroom. I look around at the cleanest part of her apartment. Not that her living area isn’t clean, it’s just got a shit load of shit everywhere.
“And my bedroom. This is weird.” She points to the door.
“You aren’t very hospitable, are you?” Her dark brown eyes find mine. And if I’m correct, I can see anger in them. “I mean, you did stab me,” I remind her. “Would you like to see?” I lift my arm, and she shakes her head adamantly.
“Please, no,” she whispers, her face going a paler shade of already white.
“Fine.” I turn and walk out of her room and toward the door.
“Thank you for the milk,” she says. “And again, I’m sorry I stabbed you.”
“Are you, though?” I question, looking back at her.
She bites her lip and averts her eyes. “Not really,” she mumbles.
“What was that?” I ask, stepping closer.
“Nothing… I said nothing.” She shakes her head, and her hands are trembling at her sides.
“Oh, but you did,” I reply, smirking and leaning toward her.
“I didn’t,” she replies.
“Are you scared of me?” I lean in closer and catch a whiff of that bubble gum scent.
“Yes.” She doesn’t hesitate. “I know who you are.”
“Do you?” I raise a brow, and her dark gaze darts away before finding mine again.
“Pretty sure everyone knows you.”
I smirk at her words, then step back and head toward the door. I don’t wait for her to say anything else as I walk out and shut the door behind me. But I do hear her run to the door and lock it.
Like that could stop me.
Five
Mayve
I’ve worked at the same company now for close to ten years. When I first started, I worked in the office all the time, but as I grew and things started to change, I gained the flexibility where they allowed me to work from home most of the week and I haven’t looked back.
I never thought of advancing my position in the company. I mean, I’m higher up than what I was when I started. But last week, an email was sent out regarding a promotion. I skimmed it, as I do with all emails, but today, as I sit at my desk, another email comes through. It discloses the wage and work required for the position. I chew on my lip as I read the position details—they want to hire someone from within the company.
That pay increase would get me out of my shitty apartment and into somewhere nice, maybe even closer to work. Currently, I catch public transportation on the days I come into the office. It takes me roughly an hour each way, which is fine, as I sit and read. But it’s hectic—peak hour always is. But worse than that, people smell, they get too close, and some even touch you without your consent.
I hate it.
I grab my paperwork and make my way to the boss’s office. He’s been here longer than I have and runs a smooth company where everything is above board. It’s one of the reasons I’ve stayed here as long as I have. I knock on his closed door, and when no one answers, I knock again.
“Come in.”
I push it open at the sound of his voice to find Vanessa seated in front of his desk. She basically does the same work as me but hasn’t been here as long. So, I run all the bigger accounts while she does the smaller ones. I occasionally help with her workload too when she’s overwhelmed. I smile at her as I look at Jeff behind his desk.