The Killer's emotion

"Jabez."

I looked up and saw Dristan, standing in front of my table. "Yes? Mr. Manson?" I asked. I'm in the main office of Aegis Oasis, so I need to address our boss in a respective manner.

"Do I have any appointments for today?" he asked. I immediately checked his schedule and to my surprise, he did have an appointment and I forgot to tell him!

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, Mr. Manson. I forgot to tell you that you have an appointment with the police," I said while holding the schedule. I was so lost in my thoughts that I forgot to do my job.

"It's okay, you look tired. How about you take a rest?" he said while looking at me. "Just tell me the time of my appointment then you are free to go home. I know you're tired."

"No. I'm totally fine, I will accompany you with your meeting with the police," I said while fixing my table. "Your meeting will be this afternoon."

"Are you sure? You don't need to, I'm allowing you to have a rest."

"No. I need to accompany you," I said as I got out of my table. "Let's go?" I said as I started to walk. I would be lying if I told him that I'm not tired, but I don't want him to talk to the police alone without me by his side. I guess, I'm this protective.

~

"Good morning."

I looked at the door and saw Mr. Jones and Mr. Sanchez. I immediately stood up to welcome them. They are the police that have an appointment with Dristan. They didn't tell us what they wanted. That makes us both conscious and nervous, but we need to act like everything's alright. There's no way they'll suspect me for killing Liam.

"Good morning, sir. You can take your seat over there. Do you want coffee or tea?" I asked.

"Coffee, where's Mr. Manson?" Mr. Sanchez asked.

"Ah, he's coming." I answered before leaving to prepare some coffee. 'Stupid swine' I whispered to myself. Dristan came back to his office to get something, I guess he's on his way down here.

"Good day! Mr. Sanchez and Jones."

I can hear Dristan's voice; is he close with Mr. Jones? I think he's the same age as us, but I haven't seen him before. I finished preparing some coffee and decided to join their conversation when I saw Mr. Jones stands up to walk towards Dristan. They must be super close for him to talk to Dristan like that?

"Dristan," Mr. Jones said. My jaw tightens when I see him hugging Dristan. Who the hell is this Jones? I decided to bring them the coffee so I can hear what Jones has to say to Dristan.

"Here's your coffee, Mr. Jones. I would like you to sit down and have a coffee so we can get to business," I said while hiding my irritation with a smile. I looked at Dristan and he looked like he's thinking something. What may it be? Why am I being so nosy?

"Ah yes! Sorry for suddenly approaching you. It's been a long time I kinda miss you," Jones said. He took a seat next to Dristan. Miss? How long? Did they know each other for a long time, but I haven't seen him before? Maybe he's mistaken?

"Yes. I didn't know you work as a police," Dristan said with a smile on his face before sitting down. I frowned when I saw him entertaining that Jones. I know everyone he interacted with since we were kids, so who the hell is this guy? Dristan doesn't like getting involved with a lot of people.

"Ehem," Mr. Sanchez said, trying to catch their attention.

"Ah, I'm sorry sir. I was just happy to see him again after so many years! How's Mr. Drison?" Jones asked.

My eyes grew wider when I heard the name of Dristan's father. How did he know his father, just who is this guy? There isn't a lot of people who knows Mr. Drison since he died a long time ago. I can't think of any reason how Jones knows Dristan's father.

Mr. Sanchez sighed, but he didn't stop Jones from talking. "He died a long time ago. He was shot at our house," Dristan explained.

"Oh! I didn't know. I'm sorry," Jones said while trying to look cute. Is this bastard hitting on Dristan? Because if he is, then I guess he needs to be put in trash.

"No. it's fine," Dristan said. "It's been 15 years. I already accepted what happened."

"Drison Manson is a good man, I used to work under him before I was sent to a different district. I didn't know he already died," Mr. Sanchez said while looking down.

"He is a good man, indeed," Dristan said. "Shall we get right to business?" he asked.

"Sure! Sorry for being talkative," Jones said. "We need a body guard and armed vehicle for next week. The Mayor has been receiving a lot of death threats, he is leaving the city for business purposes and we can't risk letting him go without any precautions."

"I think you already heard about the death of the presidential candidate named Chris Liam. He was one of the most influential candidates and a lot of people are looking forward to him being the president," Mr. Sanchez explained.

"Yes, I heard about it. Jabez right here is the one who caught the culprit," Dristan said while pointing at me. Is he stupid? Does he really have to tell them that? "I can't believe there's someone out there brave enough to kill him," Dristan said.

"I know, right; they do have balls indeed," Jones said while laughing. What's so funny? Does he think he's funny?

"Sure. You can sign the contract and the payment methods are also written over here," I said while holding the contract. I was busy helping Mr. Sanchez to fill up the contract when my gaze wandered to Dristan. Jones is talking to him like they are having fun. I wonder what their relationship is? If they met when Dristan was young, I should have known him.

"Hey, Mr. Wilkes!" Mr. Sanchez exclaimed. "I was calling you several times, are you okay? I'm done signing the

contract."

"Ah, yes sir. Sorry I got distracted," I said as I arranged the papers on the table.

"Jones, let's go!" Mr. Sanchez shouted. I looked at Dristan and he's holding a cigarette? When did he start smoking?

"Ah, yes!" he shouted back. "Dristan, if you have time we can go eat some dinner. My treat," he smiled before giving him a wink. Mr. Sanchez and that stupid bastard name Jones finally left the building.

"That son of a bitch!" I exclaimed. I was sitting here at Dristan's office to ask who the hell is that Jones guy. "So? Who is that guy?" I asked

"I met him when I was 6 at the private island where my family used to go. It's funny how he can still remember me," Dristan said while lighting his cigarette.

I immediately stood up to slap his hand. "When did you start smoking?" I asked in an angry tone.

"Just now," he answered shortly.

"Just now? Do you think I'll buy that answer? What happened, tell me what exactly happened that made you start smoking?" I asked.

"It makes me calm down," he replied.

"What? Is something bothering you? You can tell me anything, Dristan," I said while holding his arm.

"It's nothing. Jabez, don't worry too much," he said as he blew some smoke. I can't believe he's smoking! He's the one who told me before that I can't smoke because it's bad for my health. Now he's the one doing it!

"Nothing? Are you making fun of me? You hated it when I smoked before, now you're the one doing it!" I exclaimed. "Why can't you tell me your problem? If Jones asked you, will you tell him?"

"Hey. Calm down, why do you sound like you're jealous?" he asked while looking at me. I paused, my whole body froze. Jealous? Am I feeling jealous?

"What are you saying stupid! I'm not jealous. Your face is making me angry. I'm going to leave early!" I exclaimed as I walked out of his office.

I can still feel how hot my face is right now. Jealous? Am I really jealous? Is that what I've been feeling since that Jones guy showed up?