Page 24 of Shadowed Obsession

I know you’re bullshitting me and I’m insulted that you’d even suggest I’d wear orange panties.

I’m gonna find these cameras.

Have a good day now, Sir.

What are you going to do, Deirdre?

Doe

I can show you better than I can tell you.

Bye, bye now!

You aren’t going to find anything.

Doe

Lie again.

I said good day!

There is never a dull moment with this woman, I swear. I really am going to miss her antics once this case is closed. And I try not to think about that too much.

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mediating with muppets

César

11:23 a.m. | 4 days after ‘the incident’

My phone buzzes in my pocket while I’m conducting tech surveillance on a subject. My client has reason to believe their senior partner has been embezzling funds, and I have news for them.

This man is guilty, your honor.

I hope that buzz indicates Deirdre has actually left the house and isn’t running late again. She is the boss, but lateness is a pet peeve of mine. If you have no consideration for anyone else’s time, you can’t expect to build solid business relationships.

My clients are mostly CEOs, attorneys, and high-profile leaders that tend to provide me withuniquecases and subjects. Even being outsourced for the Cartel keeps things interesting, but there are more dull days on the job than fun ones.

I fish my phone from my pocket to see a screen capture from my camera's motion sensor that Deirdre has left the house. She’s on a call with her friend Alora and is on track to actually be on time for work today. That’s more like it.

She often admits to being homesick when talking with friends. Which makes me suspect the sad eyes have somethingto do with the distance from her loved ones or possibly the late boyfriend. Though I can’t imagine he was anyone worth missing, judging from his rap sheet and how quickly she relocated to Austin.

Her phone taps are entertaining, to say the least. For someone who works so hard, she rewards herself in unique ways. Often unwinding with romance audiobooks and something called audio erotica, where people provide pleasure using only their voices.

I haven’t had the honor of witnessing her pleasure herself, because I was raised right and give her the privacy she’s entitled to.

As for conversations, she rarely discusses business over the phone. Most of her friends are scattered all over Texas and back in New York. From my understanding, they vacation together regularly.

They communicate with mostly voice messages, FaceTime, or group texts that consist of catching up, sending memes back and forth, and links to songs on Kiwi Music. I’ll admit, her music taste is attractive, and her most listened to song this month is “Pick Up Your Feelings” by Jazmine Sullivan.

I also couldn’t have predicted her having an interest in chopped and screwed music, which automatically makes her even finer to me.

A New Yorker with an appreciation for both east coast and southern hip-hop? As well as 2000s R&B, Neo soul, and Motown? If circumstances were different, it would be foolish to sleep on a woman like Deirdre.

This is yet another finding that affects my ability to view her as simply a subject. The intel I gather doesn’t reveal things I’d otherwise learn from getting to know her as a person, like her all-time favorite songs, favorite food, or favorite color. These areall interests that I shouldn’t be concerned with, but I can’t help myself.

I want to know her.

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