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I burst into his office and slam the papers I found on his desk. "What the FUCK is this about Charlie??"
His eyes widen and I notice his back straighten slightly when he realizes what they are. It's a "No Harm" list for his global crime syndicate, filled with the names thousands of people...and you're number one.
"Cassy-" he guiltliy says as he starts to stand up.
"It's Cassandra to you, now," you snap, "We haven't spoken in years- because of YOU- so tell me what the hell this is!"
It's pissing you off more because you can't help but look him over. His black suit, perfectly fitted, is crisp and matches his equally black hair. It's gelled, and holds those nice, perfect curls you used to love to twirl your fingers in when you two were together. There wasn't an even a single strand out of place.
He puts his hands over his face in embarrassment- slightly blushing-and asks, "How did you find that?"
You were fuming now, because he deflected your question, but you reply still, "Oh, It's not a long story. Last month, I was just depositing some money at the bank on 6th street. The red one? When a few guys come in with GUNS."
He slumps back into his chair. "Oh god," he groans, "you were there."
"...Yeah," you say softly, "I was there."
The memories of the event wash back over you, and you look away. It was all over the news for months and everyone in the country knew about it. You were questioned by the police countless times about what happened to you, and it was eventually revealed that the men were connected to his crime syndicate.
Deep in your thoughts, you didn't realize that he moved and was now standing in front of you. As you look up and meet his worried brown eyes, you can see the...love that he still holds for you. Disgusting.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You ask, hurt that he has the audacity to feel this way after he crushed your heart.
This time he looks away from you, so you decide to quickly finish what you came here to do. "I found out about the list because when those men found out who I was, they looked at me in fear. Who does that?" you question and take a step forward towards him, "They were the ones with the guns."
He takes a step back.
"It took me a while, but I finally found out why. This fucking LIST."
The silence between you both feels heavy.
"Take me off the list." You demand.
As soon as the words leave your mouth, he turns around and walks out of his office. Leaving you there. Alone. Just like the last time you saw him.