8.| I need your help.

"Let's go." He says when I open the door.

I look at Mr. Richardson and examine his whole demeanor. His body language screams frustration and worrisome.

He's not even wearing a suit. Instead, he's wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows with stylish black jeans and white sneakers.

His casualty clasps my heart. I must admit he looks rather lovely in casual clothing.

I then look down at my clothing and notice that I'm still in a robe with a bath towel on my head to dry my hair.

"I'm not even dressed yet." I debate. He walks into my apartment and straight to my closet.

I walk into the room and he throws blue jeggings and a black crop top with a crisscross back to which I gracefully catch.

"Nice catch." He smiles slightly. "Put that on." He deadpans and I point at the door.

He sighs and leaves the room closing the door.

I quickly get dressed and tie my now unbraided hair into a ponytail.

I put on the black and white sock-shoe Balenciaga sneakers.

Once I'm all done I meet up with Mr. Richardson by the door.

"You unbraided your hair?" He says.

"Yeah, is it an issue?" I raise one eyebrow and he shakes his head.

"Ok. Let's leave." He says and we leave my apartment.

We we reach the underground garage, we take a different car today.

Instead of Glen driving us, Mr. Richardson enters the driver's seat and tells me to sit in the passenger's seat which I do.

Once we're all buckled up, he starts driving.

"Where are we going?" I ask curiously as to why he's asking suspicious.

"Honolulu." He says and I widen my eyes.

"What? Why?" I question but he simply keeps quiet.

"I'll explain later." He says.

After a while, we reach the airport and fly first class. I don't bother asking why we aren't using the private jet.

The fly is dreadful for the first two hours, so I decide to watch a couple of movies and eat myself away.

After a very– I mean very– long flight, we finally arrive at the beautiful place called Honolulu.

We check into a hotel at some rich neighborhood there.

The hotel room is magnificent.

It's two bedrooms because I don't want to share a bed with my boss.

"So why are we in Honolulu?" I ask once I take a seat on the bed.

"It's about why I can't have you." He says and my eyes widen in shock.

"So, let me get this straight." I laugh. "You flew us all the way to Honolulu just to tell me why you can't have me?" I say and he nods. "Wow." That's all I can say.

"If I told you in my apartment or anywhere where we have daily routines, they would know." He says and I furrow my eyebrows.

"Who would know?"

"Jake and the others." He says and I furrow my eyebrows further.

"Who is Jake and the others?" My curiosity grows further.

"Jake is the main man in this drug and human trafficking ring." He starts to explain. "I know because I'm a part of that ring." He says and I feel like I just got kicked in the stomach.

"Before you cuss me out and run away. Know that I'm not in that ring by choice." He says and I look at him in the eyes.

Somehow his eyes flicker with a light of pain.

He's telling the truth.

"How are you there then?" My voice comes out deep.

"Before my father dies, he–he was a part of that ring. He was the main man and when he died, I was forced to fill in his position." He says and I jerk my head back in surprise.

"W–why are y–you telling me this?" I stutter, feeling shaky.

Why am I shaking?

"Because I want you and I need your help." He says, sounding immensely vulnerable.

"Aren't you the one who ended getting a non-disclosure because you didn't do relationships so the girl threatened to publicize the relationship," I say and cover my mouth with my hands when I realized that I accidentally told him something he didn't want me to know.

"Who told you that?" He glares wholes into my eyes and all I can do is stay silent. "Letta if you don't tell me where you heard that I can't tell if you're in danger or not!" He shouts and I'm frozen in fear.

"Letta–" He starts.

"Derrick!" I shout. Gosh, I'm such a snitch. "Some guy in the building who works on the 58th floor!" I blab out.

I look up at him and notices that his muttering a storm of curses under his breath.

"What? Did I do something wrong?"

"No Letta. It's just– you have to be careful around that guy. He's more dangerous than you take him for.

He's a part of the ring and is getting close to you to keep an eye on me." He says and I widen my eyes.

"What did you do?" I ask. "Why are they watching you left and right?" I narrow my eyes.

"I told them that I wanted out and they took as a sign that I might snitch." He says. "They nearly beat me to death but I quickly recovered and had to continue working with them." He says and I gasp.

I clear my throat. "Why exactly do you need my help?"

"Because for the moment they think that our relationship is strictly business." He says and I raise one eyebrow. "There's an Art Exhibition tomorrow. I need you to help me drug a man named Harold." He says and I cut.

"Whoah, whoah! I'm not doing illegal shit like that." I protest.

"Please Letta. I need him to tell me when the next human shipment is. If we can get that date, we can sabotage that shipment by bringing in the cops." He explains and I sigh.

"Fine," I say. "But how do you know he's going to tell me the intel?"

"Torture always works best with people like him."

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