Free Heroin Love by I.M. Hunter Page A

to go take care of a few things. I'll send a car for you." I explained to her in disappointment.
    "Your not really going to leave me here are you?" She furiously snapped.
    "I will never leave you, my specter will always keep you company." I stated with confidence.
    "What the fuck does that even mean?" She asked with the same aggravated attitude.
    I gave her a wink and left.
    "Here's my card, whatever she wants let her have. Give her the card when she's done." Handing my card to the manager with strict instructions. "And I mean whatever she wants."
    Walking out onto the street, I b-lined it right towards Buccellati's, a black glossy sign rested on top of the doors, polished white rectified marble tiles covered the floors. Display cases with matching marble lined the showroom floor, accompanied by spot light LEDs to give the jewelry the extra sparkle in the cases. Several crystal emperor chandeliers with a cascading bowl design filled the ceiling space with elegance. Quickly approached by a salesman wearing a black pin stripe suit, white dress shirt, and a tie in a typical windsor knot.
    “How are you today sir?”
    “Fine, thanks.”
    “Is there something I could help you find?” He asked charismatically.
    “Looking for a necklace for my girlfriend, show me what you got.”
    He did an about-face motioning for me to follow him, we ended up in the back corner of the store. Taking a neck mannequin out of the display to show me ‘his first choice.’ A platinum heart with studded alternating diamonds and deep blue sapphires, strung through a rope chain at a princess length. Hanging off of the heart was a rose gold key, with a pink diamond in the center of the key loop.
    It was perfect, without hesitation, “I will take that.”
    “A man who knows what he likes, I love it.” He looks on the tag attached to the necklace, “It will be eighteen thousand dollars, plus tax.”
    “Okay....I didn’t really care. I have other affairs today, can we hurry this up?”
    “Yes sir, I’m sorry. I will go box this up, right away.”
    He scurries away like a dog who just got hit. He quickly returned with a golden box in his hand with the name ‘Buccellati's’ etched in black on top of it.
    “Have a splendid day sir.”
    “You do the same,” I responded while quickly exiting the store. Rushing back to my car on the street.
    I drove over to my office building, I had to convince Ann to go along with my charade to avoid letting Megan know what was going on. 
    I approached Ann "Hey, can I talk to you for a second, in my office?" 
    I caught her off guard, surprised to see me "Yes of course. I thought you were away on vacation."
    "Yeah, there were some complications. Come follow me." I motioned my hand to let her lead the way to my office.
    Everything was just as I left it. My mahogany desk sat centered in the room with two black leather chairs on one side and a black pure leather executive chair on the other. My two black Mont Blanc pens rested nicely to the left of the center of the desk. The Howard Miller floor clock nestled perfectly in the corner made out of English Sycamore hardwood just chimed off to signify the time. I walked casually towards the back of the office to look out at the panoramic view of the city it offered.
    "Ann I need you to do me a favor." Still looking out of the windows my back turned towards Ann "If Megan for whatever reason calls or comes in, just tell her I was here all week," I said with resounding authority.
    "Uhh, of course sir. But what's going on?" She gently prodded.
    "That's not for you to worry about." I turned towards her and gave her a prominent authoritative look. "Here take this as compensation for dragging you into this," I pulled a roll out of my pocket and started to count.
    "It's fine Mr. Barrick you don't need to bribe me. Your personal business is not my business," she affirmed cautiously.
    "No, I insist," I pushed her to take the stack of money I counted out for her. "That will be