Commotion and pandemonium had just landed on the top floor of Grey Silverware. Different people brushed shoulders with each other while walking briskly to their individual corners.
"Is it true?." Jen asked from behind Karla, not caring to explain what "it" could mean.
"That depends on what it means. And if you are somehow referring to Mr Grey's grand arrival, then yes. IT is true." Karla informed her, dropping different files on each desk. Yuri had asked her to deliver these files at the last minute.
"What's with the attitude?. The mayor's favored friend is in the city. He's going to be in this building." Said Jen making sure to emphasize on his connection to the Mayor.
"I don't give a shit if he's in cahoots with the president!." Karla snapped, evidently sharing no lack of interest in the bastard of a boss who made them work insane hours.
"He's quite the catch if you ask me. Hot, single, exclusively rich...in this building... what's not to fuss over."
A black file was left in her hands, she looked at it carefully, examining it. It had an office number on top of it, office number 001.
The first office.
"Hey can you give me a hand in delivering this surprisingly black..." Karla couldn't finish her sentence, Jen cut her off, by placing her hand on her shoulder.
"Am sorry, but I've got so much work to finish, Yuri will have my head if I don't get it all filed." Jen chimed, avoiding the word help. She mouthed a goodbye and swiftly turned to leave, nipping at her heels.
{That girl couldn't help anybody to save her life.}
Karla briskly marched towards the elevator, tempted to steal a peak at what was inside the file. But the elevator ding prevented her from fulfilling her little desire.
Meanwhile, Jen fled from work so quickly, that she collided against the head of management department. The one was wanted to avoid crucially at that moment.
Yuri himself.
"What's got your panties in a twist?." He plainly asked, drinking in her worried expression.
"You look equally worried, care to share?." Jen interrogated, changing the topic of conversation.
Yuri for some reason had rented an Armani suit for the boss's arrival, going strictly over the top. Over a man whom would probably never catch a glimpse of his presence.
"Me? Worried?. I am the breathing definition of confidence." Argued Yuri, while he straightened his suit.
"More like the breathing definition of tightfisted." Jen deadpanned under her breath. Yuri squinted his eyes at her, "I just mean that, you won't even get to see the boss. He's probably going to be busy with the board members..."
"Unfortunately for you, I'll be out of your hair for a while. There is a special report that the boss needs to hear, and I've been tasked with the responsiblity of walking him through it." Yuri boasted.
{Just one conversation with the man, and my life will be changed for good. That little black file will go a long way in my career.} Yuri reflected to himself, grinning while he did that.
"And where is this miracle file?." Jen questioned, feeling a tad jealous of her crummy boss's good luck.
"It's on my desk as we speak, am just here waiting for word of his arrival. Nothing can stop me today, so if you'll excuse me, am going to warm my vocals." Yuri said, exiting the conversation leaving Jen pissed as fuck.
Jen passed him an impossible glare till he disappeared out of sight into the bathroom on their floor.
"You lucky bastard." She said with deep rooted spite in her words.
**********
"What do we have here?." Captain Bardrick asked on his entrance at the crime scene. The location given to him wasn't in close proximity to the city, so he wasted time in arriving.
"Loana Cel Tradet." Said Milo while bagging the rope in the woman's hand in a transparent Plastic bag, handing it over to one of his colleagues.
The detective placed both hands on his hips, staring at the pale looking woman, laying in the middle of the kitchen.
"Time of death?." He hastily asked, scanning the perimeters.
"Probably eight to nine hours ago at the max. She hung herself from the kitchen chandelier." Milo added, getting up from his squatting position.
"Does she have any family? Anyone to claim the body?." Bardrick followed up, seeing little no nothing for him to do at the scene.
"Her employers have already contacted the deceased's family, they're travelling in today to claim the body." Milo added, tying all loose ends to the case.
"You can go home detective, this one is all wrapped up." Milo said, resting his hand on the detective's shoulder, a look of self confidence and cockiness plastered on his face.
The detective dusted off Milo's touch, glaring at him, openly declaring his disgust.
"I'll still have to question who called in the death and the employers." Bardrick announced, walking out on the conversation to interrogate everyone involved.
He had a gut feeling about her so called suicide, and until he had questioned every one involved would he be able to satisfy his hunger.
*Click*
Bardrick snapped his head at the direction of the sound, using the side of his eyes to discover none other than his favorite person in the CSI.
Millie Roderic.
"Millie." He called out, the young woman happily sauntered over to him, her huge breasts jumping around along with her identification card.
"Detective." She greeted, wearing a smile at a crime scene.
"I see you're smiling." The detective deduced, his long brown jacket flowing with the wind.
"I see you're not." Millie observed, looking into her camera at the photos she took.
"Did you run into my idiot brother by any chance?." Millie teased, knowing all too well of the bad blood between the two.
"Something like that. How come you're still taking photos?. It's a confirmed suicide."
"Well... that's because I have a very strong hunch that this was a homicide and not a suicide." Millie said lowering her tone of voice to only both their hearing.
"You don't say?. But they did find her hung up body, what makes you so sure?." Bardrick asked, his attention fully gripped.
"Here, take a look at this." She said, bringing her camera closer to the detective for him to take a look at.
"Petechiae in her eyes, her lips are swollen, and if you zoom in, you'll see some faint bruising. I didn't catch a glimpse of it at first, but what I did notice were the rope burns. That lasso wasn't used for suicide, it was a murder weapon." Millie claimed, with all ounces of seriousness in her eyes.
"And not just that, there's visible signs of struggle in the living room area, but get this. The CSL dismissed it, under the basis of a child lived here."
"That's all great Millie, but all this isn't solid or concrete evidence. Am on your side, but if any trace of..."
"Hey guys!." A male's voice from the upstairs bedroom called out, alerting everyone's attention. Millie and Bardrick exchanged glances before walking towards the source of commotion.
"What is it?." Milo asked, already putting his gloves away.
"We just found a knife in the child's bedroom."
"Well lots of kids love to play around with sharp objects, it doesn't mean anything." Milo hollered, trying to dismiss the idea.
"Might I add, a bloody knife?!." The man announced, shedding light on the situation, raising the tension in the room.
"You believe me now?." Millie asked with a straight face, whilst trying to mask her own fear.