The cab parked in front of a large grey building and I paid the driver, then got out of the cab. He drove away and left me to stand outside of the building. I had seen Harry enter the building a few minutes earlier.
I saw that his car was parked in the lot. What is his reason for being here? The wind had suddenly begin to pick up, creating an ominous feel. Was it safe for me to be here? Should I have come here without Harry's knowledge?
I entered the building and before me was a receptionist desk. There were three women sitting at the large desk. I approached the one in the middle. "I'm Regina, how can I help you today?" Regina smiled at me. Her teeth were so white and I questioned whether or not she was a real person.
"Camille?" A familiar voice called out. Jessy approached me and quickly grabbed my arm, pulling me to the side. "What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here." She cautiously looked around as if searching for something.
I immediately caught on to see that she was glancing at the security cameras. "What are you doing here?" I asked her, surprised that she was in this wretched place.
"You need to leave before Harry finds you and when he does-"
"Camille." Harry approached us. He didn't even question my being there as he grabbed my arm, pulling me along with him. His grip was rough and firm. I held back my tears as he led me outside to his car.
He opened the door to the back seat and pushed me in, but carefully so I wouldn't hit my head. He slammed the door and got through the driver's seat. He started the car and drove down the highway before I could even buckle myself in.
For the entire ride, we hardly spoke a single word to each other. What secrets were he keeping from me? The grey building? His sister? Even his own personality? What was going on? Harry parked the car in an empty parking lot that I didn't recognize.
He got out and opened my door as he grabbed me by the arm. He pulled me out of the car and then slammed the door. Seconds later, he pushed me against the car with both hands grasped around my arms. He pinned me in place which reminded me of the night with Ethan.
"Do you know how stubborn you are?" he asked me. "You shouldn't be following cars and going to places where you know you're not going to be safe."
"Curious. I know. I have a lot to tell you, but I'm not ready to tell you. Cam, I just want you to fight against your own will and don't follow me." He pulled a twenty out of his pocket and shoved the money into my hand.
"This will get you a ride home. Don't follow me. Got it?" I nodded in reply as he released his grip and slid into the driver seat of his car. I stepped away from the car as he backed out and hurriedly drove down the street.
I called for another cab and went straight home, as he said. I paid the driver and got out, then entered the apartment building. I stepped into the elevator and got out as soon as it reached my floor.
I entered my apartment and dropped my bag near the side of the couch in the living room. My phone rang as I took it out and answered it. It was Perrie. I talked to her about what happened with Ethan and left out the details about Harry.
Right now, I couldn't even think about Harry. I hung up the phone and took a shower, then changed into some pajamas. I got into bed and turned out the lights. I turned to the side where Harry had once slept and could imagine him lying beside me.
Thinking about him just continued to make me even more curious. Yet, I only thought about the way he had looked earlier before he drove away. His eyes were bloodshot, like he hadn't been getting enough sleep and the tone of his voice was cold.
Work had been the same as usual. Harry and I were back to not speaking…again. He hardly even looked at me and the others picked up on it, but never questioned our actions. I needed a moment to myself.
I was working a late shift, along with Jessy and Harry. The two also avoided each other like the plague. Jessy hardly talked to me. "You'll be okay here with, you know…" She asked me as she was about to head down the hallway.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." That was the only time we spoke since that night. She bid me goodbye and finally, I was left alone on the same floor as Harry. The entire floor was silent and the only sound I heard was the soft hum of the vent throughout the building.
I was just about finished with my work when Harry had decided to speak up. "Let's go." he said. With no added question, I stood up and grabbed my bag as I followed him to the elevator. He pressed the button to go to roof top, but he said we'd have to take the stairs the rest of the way.
As soon as we reached the roof top, the sun was just setting over the horizon. "You want to talk, let's talk." he said. I didn't know where to begin. Was he really allowing for me to ask him questions? "What's with the grey building?" I asked.
"It's an agency. Somewhat like the CIA, FBI, etc. We're just a more… private company."
"So, you arrest bad people?"
"Somewhat." He said with a slight shrug, then sat down on the concrete roof. He brought his knees to his chest and rest his arms on his knees. "What about the whole defensive nature?"
"I told you. I grew up with it, trained in the art of self-defense. I'm just really protective of people."
"What about your sister?"
"What about her?"
"Well, we were talking about siblings and you told me to leave when you started to talk about yours."
"Oh, her. My sister, well, let's just say we're not in touch anymore. She lives in London doing who knows what with her life. I don't really give a damn about her."
"You shouldn't say that."
"Why not? She had been keeping secrets from me for a while now, so I might as well treat her like she isn't family."
"You told me yourself that siblings could be the only family you have left."
"Yeah, well, my sister isn't someone I'd consider family." I felt bad for him and a part of me wanted to reach out and give him a hug to reassure him that everything was going to be okay. "What about you? Why are you against people calling you Cam?"
"It was a nickname given to me by my parents, well, my entire family really."
"My parents passed away five years ago. I should be over it, but I'm not. Have you tried to get over losing your parents? It's difficult."
"I know it is." he said. "I lost my mom a few years back." Suddenly, everything about us changed as I knelt before him. He looked out towards the horizon. "She meant a great deal to me, more than my betrayer of a sister."
"You and your mom were close?"
He looked at me and smiled a bit, "Yeah, we were pretty close. She taught me how to cook a few times and whenever I messed up, she encouraged me to try again next time. She told me to never give up.
"When she passed away, her killer- they were never caught." His mom was the reason why he's in the agency, or that's what I assumed. "So you intend to find them?" I asked.
He nodded, "And I will never give up until I do."