“What information are they looking for?”
“The circumstances of the allegation, such as the nature of the
sexual advances, and the context in which the alleged incidents occurred. That's what we'll need to go to court with.”
“I understand; I have kept a record of all the occurrences. Dates, times, what was said. But I don't expect it to go that far,” Mondrya smiled and Gloria wondered why. “What? Why are you looking at me like that? I've just gotten a little insurance.”
“Insurance?” Gloria questioned.
“Just a little bit of information to guarantee that things go my way.”
“What are you looking to get out of this?”
“Peace of mind.”
“Peace of mind and money, you mean.”
“Anyway,” Mondrya smiled. “Have you ever met Marcus Douglas?”
“Mr. Good looking attorney for the defense? I met him once years ago at a conference.”
“I'm meeting him tomorrow for lunch.”
“I didn't know you knew him.”
“He came to the office last week.”
“What for?”
“His firm is conducting an independent investigation into Desireé Ferguson's death. I was looking into something for him, and that's how I got my insurance.”
“What's that?” Gloria asked as three masked men suddenly rushed into the Starbucks carrying guns.
“Nobody move!” one shouted from the door way. “Everybody be quite and cool, and everybody goes home alive tonight.”
“All we want is the money,” the second said, shoving his gun toward the cashiers face.
The third robber moved to cover the customers. He looked around the room, pointing his weapon. “What the fuck you looking at, bitch?” he shouted walking over to Gloria and Mondrya's table.
“Nothing, I wasn't looking at nothing,” Gloria said shaking.
“Oh, so I ain't nothin'! You pretty bitches, think y'all better than me?” he pointed it at Gloria. “See if you better than this.” he fired one shot at Gloria and grazed her temple.
“NO!” Mondrya yelled. He turned the gun on Mondrya and fired three shots.
“What the fuck you doing? Let's get outta here,” the one by the door yelled. The three rushed out, leaving Gloria and Mondrya laying on the floor.
The paramedics pronounced Mondrya dead on arrival.
ON SECOND THOUGHT
At ten o'clock on Tuesday morning, Marcus woke up and looked over at Carmen, she was dead to the world. He laid next to her quietly and looked at her. Even in her sleep, Carmen was beautiful. These last few days with her made Randa's betrayal seem like a distant memory. He felt lucky; lucky to be with her. He eased out of bed quietly and made his way to the shower. When he got out, Carmen was still asleep. He dressed quietly and left her a note saying that he would be back around two.
Marcus arrived at Hudson Financial to pick up Mondrya Foster for lunch. He had been anxious to find out what she had that would interest him. Besides, Mondrya Foster is a beautiful woman. Beautiful married woman. Besides, didn't you just leave a beautiful woman sleeping in your bed?
Marcus approached the receptionist, once again thinking how lucky he was to be with Carmen. She was so much fun to be with and so down to earth, not the phony, overly impressed with herself like he thought she would be.
Wrong woman, you're thinking about Randa.