Two weeks later . . .
Denzel tapped his pen repeatedly against his desk as if he was waiting for something to appear. Every now and then, he found himself gazing upon Shawn's area, hoping that he would return, but then remembering that Shawn was the one to initiate a leave.
He leaned back on his chair, sighing. Suddenly, the glass door opened, and the iron woman of the decade walked in with a brown envelope. She stopped in the middle of the room, scanning her eyes around the area, and smiling afterwards.
"I am very pleased that you chose me," she said, throwing the envelope on his desk.
Denzel observed Alexandra's stance because confidence towered over her for no reason that made sense to him. Was she happy that Shawn had left him?
He stared at her face again then to the envelope, reaching it with a bewildered look.
"What is this?"
Alexandra smirked as she paced the room toward Shawn's desk. Running her fingers on the smooth glass, she found that it was fairly clean for something that was unused. Immediately, her instincts told her that Denzel had been clearing out the dust.
"Were you cleaning his desk?" she asked but no answer came, "Ah, I forgot. It was not a him, but a her."
She gazed over to Denzel, who only held the envelope, and asked him if he wanted the truth.
"You are free to look inside," she said with a cunning smile.
Denzel, on the other hand, was sure of what was inside the envelope, but found himself refusing to open it. Either wanted to hear it directly from him or he was just scared. He placed the envelope inside a drawer, tucking it under a mountain of other envelopes in various sizes.
Alexandra smirked. "Can't look?"
Silence arose between them. The constant retaliation of eye contacts made the air thick as the cold air touched their skin. They say women are mysterious. And so that was what Denzel expected from the woman in front of him. He couldn't read her next move.
He gave her a sharp glare. "What do you want?"
The question surprised Alexandra. It was one that she did not expect to come out of Denzel.
"He was a threat."
"How?" Danger covered every bit of his word.
"Open the envelope."
Denzel shifted his gaze into thin air. His thoughts built up around him for a brief moment before he let out a word. "I need to meet him first."
Alexandra's eyes widened. She did everything in her power to keep Denzel away from such person, yet he still wanted to expose himself into so much trouble. The room fell silent as Alexandra asked what he had said. Denzel repeated his words that left Alexandra stunned. Inevitable. That was the word she described the situation.
"Go ahead," she said, breathing out the dry air, "Go ahead and meet Shawn. Get your answers."
Denzel glanced at her. "Wouldn't you be angry?"
"I am allowing you."
He sighed. He knew she was irritated at the fact, but it was better to tell her before she found out by herself. As soon as the left, all Denzel felt was lingering coldness. He thought that with Alexandra's permission, he would feel at ease, but it only made him hesitant.