Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Chapter 4

"I had a bad feeling."

Steph's POV:

"I still can't believe what happened to Egie," Honey said. It's been a week, but the events remain a mystery. Even the police found no evidence to identify the culprit.

"Maybe the one who did this is angry, either at Egie or her ex, you never know," she added.

"I don't know. Egie and I are always together, almost all our social media accounts are open to each other. I handed everything to the investigators, but they found no clues," I said, taking a sip of coffee.

"Let's change the topic. About that night. How did you get home?" All the memories of that night rushed back. It's been a week, and Matthew hasn't bothered me. Maybe it was just a one-night stand for him. But every morning for the past week, there have been flowers on my table, always with a letter. I haven't told anyone, not even my mom. I'm starting to get scared, but I can handle myself.

"Hey! Are you listening?" I snapped back to reality.

"Huh? What was that again?" I asked.

"You're too serious. I heard a rumor that you were seen leaving a bar with a handsome guy. You even kissed him. So, how was it? Are you into boys now?" She teased, and I tossed a tissue at her.

"Why are you blushing? Are you still thinking about him? So, did anything happen? It's been a week, but there's no news about you. I had to come to your office to visit," she continued. I didn't answer, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh my god! You're blushing!" I covered my ears. "Gosh! How was it? Is he good? Okay? Who's the bottom? The top?"

"Fuck you! Shut up! Stop bothering me. Go bother your boyfriend. I need to work..." I said, trying to end the conversation.

"Sir?"

"Come in." We were surprised when my secretary brought flowers and placed them on my side table. "It's for you, sir."

"Oh, wow. I was just gone for a week, and there's another bouquet. Dear, who sent this?" She took the flowers and checked the card.

"You are my every season. See you soon," she read aloud, then looked at me. I shrugged.

"My god, bro! This is so beautiful and expensive-looking. Did he send this?" She asked. "Text him and say thank you. What's his name again?"

"Matthew...I don't... give it to me." She took my phone and sent a text thanking him. "Done," she said, showing me the message.

"Such a nosy girl," I muttered.

"But you love me," she teased. She took the flowers and put in my vase when my phone suddenly lit up,

"Can we meet?" Another message came,

"No." I ignored the subsequent texts. My mind was occupied, for now, i wanted justice for Egie don't have a time to play.

became busy with meetings and signing documents. I was stressed during the meeting with Dada, who scrutinized my reports. I leaned back in the swivel chair after finishing everything, realizing it was already midnight. Time slipped away unnoticed again. It was dark, and only the night shift guards remained. I stood up, tidied my documents, turned off my laptop, and placed it in my bag.

As I exited the office, some employees who were still working late greeted me, along with a few guards patrolling the corridors. When I reached the parking area, I felt someone watching me. I ignored it at first, but someone ran from the other side. I turned, refusing to be scared.