Page 37 of Daddy's Little Worker
“Shit,” he mumbled.
“Yeah, shit. She is a good girl. If you are going to continue to play with her emotions, I’m going to take her away,” Trent threatened.
“Even if that means losing Monty?” Noah raised his eyebrow.
“Monty will understand what I’m doing. Don’t bring her into this. We are talking about Frankie, the girl you claimed but are making mistakes with.” He pointed a finger at Noah.
Noah sighed and plopped down in his chair. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I just want to make sure that she is okay. I want to clear everything up so I don’t lose my chance with her.”
Trent stood in the same space, like he knew Noah was going to get up at any point and try to talk to Frankie.
“Give her some time to cool off and get her emotions in check. She was shaking all over, even her voice,” Trent said. “I know you want to go and talk to her badly, I would if it were Monty, but give her some time. You don’t want to catch her when she isn’t fully composed and she says something she doesn’t mean.”
He sighed and leaned back in his chair. This was going to kill him. He didn’t know if he could do it.
“Just give her time. I know I’ve said it a lot, but give her time to calm down and regain everything,” Trent suggested.
“Okay,” Noah finally said. “I’ll wait until later today or tomorrow.”
Even if it killed him. Noah didn’t want to talk to her. He didn’t want her to quit if he talked to her too soon.
“You said she was shaking?” Noah asked, looking up.
Trent nodded and stepped away from the door and further into the room. “Yes, she was. Her hand was shaking really badly when she held it back for me to stop walking in. Then her voice shook, but I just thought it was because she was emotional, but she wrapped her arms around her waist. But those all could be because of emotions.”
“They could be, but it could also be something else,” Noah pointed out.
Frankie was hiding something from him, and he was going to figure out what it was.
“What makes you think that?” Trent asked, sitting down now.
“She lied to me when she was being interviewed.” Noah thought back.
“And you let her get away with it?” Trent looked at him like he’d lost his mind.
“For now. She needed the job, and I knew she didn’t want to talk about it yet, so I didn’t push. But I’m about to. I don’t know what she’s keeping from me, but I think it has to do with her health,” he explained.
Things just weren’t adding up.
“Well, living in that neighborhood probably doesn’t help. I don’t think she’s getting much sleep, so you can’t blame her there,” Trent replied. “I wouldn’t be able to sleep much if I lived there. Especially if I were a woman. That would be scary. When are you going to move her?”
Noah clenched his jaw. He wanted to get her out of there when he found out but he made that deal… that stupid deal.
“When something dangerous happens, but I’m about to ask a friend of mine to break into someone else’s apartment,” Noah grumbled.
Trent chuckled and shook his head. “If she finds out, she won’t be happy. I bet something will happen today or tomorrow. It’s bound to happen.”
It was, and he just hoped that when it did, it wasn’t anything related to Frankie. He wanted her safe, and knowing she was there wasn’t making him very confident.
“But I do have to say there is something off.” Trent looked to the wall. “I saw her taking pills yesterday in the middle of the day. I don’t know what they were, and she didn’t see me, but she was trying to keep them hidden.”
“Drugs?” Noah asked and then shook his head. “She doesn’t do drugs.”
How could Trent think Frankie could do drugs? She wasn’t the type of girl to do them.
“I didn’t say drugs, but pills. I saw the pill bottle, a prescription bottle. She could have something that she needs to take meds for. We don’t know anything,” Trent said.
“I know that.” He sighed. “I know she wouldn’t do drugs, and I wasn’t implying that you were.”
