Looks like I am the only one around here that actually takes this job seriously, because you don’t see me gallivanting up to New York to see my significant other. No, I’m here helping people with their troubles, not fucking my own away, but I suppose Lincoln Blackwell has more important things to do with his time, or should I say more important people to do.
8
LINCOLN
I’m not sure what came over me this morning, or should I say last night. After everything that happened, between the rapist I killed, the phone call with Logan where we made our relationship official, and then the interaction with Asher, I just felt I needed to clear my head. Hence me sitting outside the door to Logan’s apartment waiting to surprise him without having even called him. After easily hacking his schedule, I know he only has half a day of classes today and that he will be coming home to study, so I left work early and drove here. I was ready to bribe his doorman, but apparently I am on the list of approved visitors and he let me right up to wait.
I’ve already been here a while, just answering emails and hacking into the lives of criminals, but when my phone goes off yet again in my pocket I know I can no longer ignore it. Of course I find multiple missed calls, and since one of them is Eliza I decide to quickly call her back first to check in.
After a few dial tones she answers almost a little breathlessly, “Mr. Blackwell, there you are.”
“Everything okay?” I ask, just as I hear a loud crash in the background, and panic curls in my gut. “Eliza, what’s going on?” I pull my laptop back into my lap ready to pull up the security feeds.
“Everything is fine, sir, it’s just Mr. Donovan,” she responds calmly, just as the feeds appear before me, and I see the man in question.
“What the hell is he doing?” I say more to myself than her, but she answers me anyway.
“He’s on a bit of a rampage,” she all but whispers, and I see us both watching the same crazy man before us.
Asher is storming back and forth between meeting rooms, switching around chairs, and slamming tables about, and basically just causing a chaos of mess for no apparent reason.
“Why is he on a rampage?” I ask, and I see Eliza shrug on the screens as she watches him.
“I have no idea, sir,” she replies, and I almost laugh as I watch him, because I doubt Asher even knows what’s wrong with him, let alone her. He’s not exactly one for dealing with his thoughts and feelings.
“Alright, leave it with me,” I say, cutting the phone call off before she can even respond, and it’s only then I notice I have missed calls from the security guys in the office too, and a bunch of text messages.
Seb: Linc man, can you talk to Ash, he’s pissed
Harry: Yeah man, he’s going fucking crazy today
Landon: We’d do it, but we all know he’s a fucking psychopath
Seb: I think that’s unfair to actual psychopaths.
Seb: That man has the devil himself inside of him
Harry: Yeah, I don’t care if I fought in a war, I’m not fighting him
Landon: I’d rather fight 50 toddlers
Seb: In what universe is fighting 50 toddlers a comparison
Landon: Have you met toddlers? They’re fucking insane
Harry: Yeah I’m with Lan on this one, kids are crazy…
Harry: Just like Donovan
Their messages make me smile as I exit out of them and dial Ash’s number, bringing the phone back to my ear. It rings and rings, and I see him actively ignoring it on the screen in front of me, but I persist until he eventually gives in. I watch as he pulls the phone from his pocket without even looking at it before he answers.
“What?” He practically roars down the line, and his tone only amuses me further.
“Are you causing trouble without me, Dark Prince?” I purr, and watch in delight as his entire persona changes on the screen at the sound of my voice.
“Lincoln,” he sighs in annoyance, and as always that one word from his lips sends tingles down my spine.
“I only left the office for one day and you turned it upside down. Are we redecorating?” I ask, with nothing but amusement lacing my tone, and I see his stare snap up towards one of the cameras.