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“Hi. Welcome to G- Enterprise. Can I help you? What brings you in today?” a beautiful, black receptionist asked me. She looked as if she could be my age, or probably a little younger. Because I didn’t want to look too suspicious, I removed the frames from my face, and once I did that, her eyes focused on me, as if she was trying to figure out if she knew me or something.
“Is Garrus in today? I wanted to have a word with him,” I responded, and I’m sure the moment she heard me call him by his first name, she looked deeper into it because her body froze a little bit. She was getting ready to frown, but she caught herself. That little bit of action alone spoke volumes. I could bet my last dollar that she was fuckin him, and that’s why she was bothered by my presence. I’m sure she remembered the scandal that took place between me, Garrus, and his wife.
“Ummm. He is in, but he’s actually in a meeting right now,” she responded.
“That’s fine. I can wait,” I chirped, not giving a damn how long I had to wait because I was on a mission, and with that, I didn’t care about time.
“Are you Dionne?” was her follow up question.
“I am. Can you make a call to him to let him know that I’m out front, and that I need to talk to him? Thank you,” my reply was dismissive because I wanted her to know that I wasn’t leaving any room for unnecessary conversation.
She was so close to rolling her eyes, but she didn’t do it. Instead, she picked up the phone, just like I needed her to do, so that she could place that call to Garrus.
“Hi. I’m sorry to bother you. Dionne is here. She said that she wants to talk to you,” she went on to say to him the second that the call was connected.
I’m not sure what he was saying to her, but she was quiet, nodding as if he could see her, and then she hung up.
“He’s coming. Just give him one second,” she told me, and I smiled.
“What happened to the meeting that he was in?” I asked just to fuck with her. She didn’t respond, but I wasn’t shocked.
Literally one minute later, I could smell his cologne before I even saw him. He walked that cocky walk from the back, buttoning his suit jacket, as he walked out front to get me. I was paying close attention to every little detail as he made his way to me. I was looking for guilt, but I couldn’t find it because he was so busy walking, and smiling, as if this was a social visit.
Garrus was a very handsome man, not looking like he was in his fifties. He was in perfect shape, looking better than a lot of men that were much younger than him. He didn’t do any drugs, he was very mindful of what he ate, and he would only drink occasionally. I know those things played their part in why he looked good physically.
“Well, to what do I owe this surprise?” he asked, and after he asked it, I could hear the receptionist suck her teeth.
“I need to talk to you,” I was firm.
He tried to put his hands on the small of my back, so that he could lead me, but I put my hands on them, forcefully moving them out of the way. After the way he violated me the last time he was in my presence, I didn’t want his hands on me. If I wasn’t losing my mind, trying to find answers on what happened to my dog, I wouldn’t even be around him. His presence disgusted me now.
There used to be a time when I would jump on him when he came over, have him walk throughout my home with me in his arms because I was so stupidly in love, but now I hated him so much.
“That’s fair. Come on,” he said, backing up, and he walked on the side of me, taking us to his office.
Once we were in front of the door, he used his fingerprint to grant us entry, and I walked in. Garrus followed, closing the door behind him, and I didn’t bother fully walking in. I just inched a few feet away from the door.
Once he saw that I wasn’t going to sit, he stopped walking, turned around to face me, and he had the nerve to contort his face to one of a sad, lost puppy. He dropped his head in pure shame, as he looked down at me with helpless eyes.
“Dionne, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the way that I handled you back at your condo. You know me. I feel like you know me better than anyone because when I was with you, I was my true, authentic self. That was one of the reasons why I fell in love with you because I could be me. You should know that I would never in my life do anything to violate you like that. I have no idea why I did that. I just got so angry because I had been trying to track you down for months, and when I finally got a hold of you, I snapped. I was wrong, and I’m sorry. I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me,” he finished, reaching his hand out to touch me, but I pushed it away, just as I’d done the last time.
“Stop! Don’t touch me! Do not fuckin touch me!” I yelled at him. He threw his hands up in surrender, as if he fully understood the order that I’d just given him, and he backed away from me, but just a little bit.
I remained calm after that. I looked around his office, and paid attention to the pictures that he had of his children. His wife was nowhere to be seen, so that divorce probably did happen. I didn’t care to know though, so I wouldn’t ask.
“You killed my dog, Garrus?” I asked him, looking him dead in his eyes, waiting to hear what his response was going to be.
When I asked him that question, his eyes bucked, and he had the nerve to look at me as if he was offended by my question.
“What? Dionne, you know damn well that I’m not a fuckin killer, especially not to a fuckin dog! A dog that I bought for you. A dog that was damn near our child. What kind of fucked up individual do you take me for?” he barked at me.
“Okay, so I’ll rephrase the question then. Did you have someone kill my fuckin dog?” I asked, nothing but anger in my voice.
“Dionne, I don’t know what the hell your talking about! All of this is new news to me. I didn’t even know that Bagel was dead. Come on. Your painting me out to be a damn monster. I did mess up the last time that I was around you, trying to force myself on you, but that was a mistake. Don’t let one fuck up paint the rest of my character. As angry as I am at you for living me, I would never harm Bagel. I would never make anyone else harm him, either,” I didn’t know if I believed him.
He wasn’t asking the proper questions. He wasn’t asking how it happened, when it happened, none of the things that I felt he should have been asking me.
“I don’t believe you for some reason,” I responded, and he sucked his teeth.
