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“We miss him so much,” one of them said.
“He was such a good man. Really cared about his friends,” another mentioned.
But there’s one particular friend who happens to be missing from the meeting, and that’s Jeffrey Wright.
“I don’t say a word back to them, instead just sitting where I was told to take a seat, holding Ronan’s hand in a way that makes the large diamond on my finger stand out the most.
The door bursts open, and Jeffrey walks in, a deep grimace on his face as his eyes flash to mine. Smacking the files on the table, he sits, watching me from the platform they sit on.
Although the other men were nice about my father, they all look equally as mean as Jeffrey Wright. Equally as criminal. Anyone involved in this company is, surely. But these men look like they take pleasure in hurting people. It gets them off. And I’m never going to be okay with that.
“I think we’re ready to get started,” one of the men says, clearing his throat.
I sit up tall in my chair, my chest puffed out. I belong here, I tell myself. I belong with these men.
The problem is, I don’t. Not at all. And I think they know that. I don’t want to belong with them.
“The first line of questioning is going to be about your parents. Do you, Sydney, know how your parents died?”
I shake my head, acting innocent. They were burned to a crisp, but technically, I’m not sure how it happened.
The man nods, writing something in his notes.
The next one goes.
“When was the last time you spoke to your parents?”
I answer honestly. It was a couple of years ago for only a couple of minutes.
“And what, to your understanding, does this company do?”
I tell them exactly what they do. They kill people. A lot of people. But obviously, I phrase it like it’s one of the best ideas I’ve ever heard.
“Why are you choosing now to come forward?” Jeffrey asks.
“Because it’s what my mom and dad wanted.”
“I don’t think you’ve ever cared about what they’ve wanted before,” he drawls, tapping his glasses on his lips. His eyes are small and beady, his nose lumpy.
“I cared a lot about what they wanted, which is why I left,” I tell him, keeping steady.
Jeffrey looks unsure of himself, like he knows he may corner himself into something he doesn’t want revealed.
Because I would do it. I would do it in a heartbeat.
“When did you find out about what this company really does?”
“One of the last times I spoke to my parents.”
I’m questioned for about an hour just about my parents, and by the end, I feel as though I may scream. I’m so over it.
But Jeffrey takes an interest in Ronan.
“Did you know what company her parents were a part of before you married her?” Jeffrey asks him dully, his voice lacking emotion.
Ronan shakes his head. “No, actually, I didn’t. I had no idea until they died, sir.”
I risk a look over at him, spotting that wild twinkle in his eyes that tells me he’s up to no good.
