"I'm telling you he knew it without even asking me." I tell Gigi as I walk through the streets on a phone call.
"Don't you think that's strange?" she asks
"Yes it is strange. So was him knowing my favourite flowers to him ordering my favourite dish. I thought for a minute he asked you all these things."
She is silent on the other end and I start to get suspicious.
"Gigi, did you tell him anything?"
"He didn't seem like a creep, I was just trying to help him out to surprise you or impress you!" she defends herself.
I sigh and start to feel so much better when I know he didn't stalk me or anything to get all this information.
"That makes me feel better," I admit. "I think he just did the rest of his research on his own"
"I mean he is a billionaire so he can get crafty and get everything on you"
"Do you think he is listening to this conversation right now," I lower my voice
"I said billionaire, I didn't say CIA you dumbass" Gigi jibed at me.
We end up laughing and I tell myself I shouldn't be overthinking these things. He is fine.
Two weeks passes without hearing anything from Trevor and every time my mind starts t think about him I kick myself.
I shift my focus on a new investigative story that I am on about pharmaceutical companies and lose myself in it. I don't realize how much time has gone by but when I finally take a break, I notice it is actually nine pm and everyone has pretty much left. I pack my files to go continue working from home and exit the building a few minute later. Outside the streets are still busy, a start of a night that is promising and fresh, I pass by a group of girls who are laughing and dressed ready to club and let their hair down.
It has been a while since i went clubbing or let alone letting my hair down to have some fun. Gigi went outside country for work, she is a travel writer and so she rarely spends a lot of time in one place except home, here in Manhattan.
I looks back at the women with a tad of jealousy but comforts myself by buying an expensive bottle of wine to sip while I finish my work.
I walk home slowly and breathing in the evening breeze. I do not know why I decide to do that. I am walking on the street as I go uptown where I live and all of a sudden, I am pushed forward forcefully on to a wall that the bottle in my hand crashes down. I scream at the impact and I realize in am being robbed.
"Please don't hurt me take all you want!" I plead, covering my eyes.
The thug gropes inside my trench without saying anything and takes my phone. He demands I give him my bag but I hesitate. I grapple to throw him my wallet and all the money I have but he pushes a knife on my throat.
"I said, I want your bag. I don't want your money bitch!"
All of a sudden, the man is not on my face but is on the ground and a figure is down on him raining punches on him.
The figure goes on and on hitting the man to a point my panicked brain realizes he will kill the robber. When the thug lies unmoving, the figure stands and i tumble back in fear. I can't make myself to walk or run away. The figure turns and it's Trevor.
I feel a wave of relief wash over me, my knees sagging I almost fall down but he catches me before I can fall to the ground.
"Trevor," I whisper my body coming back from the adrenaline high.
"You are not supposed to be walking on the street at night, "he says in a low voice but I don't even think about it.
I hug him, feeling safe after such a scary moment. He stiffens at first but slowly loosens holding me in a hug.
"Thank you. That man was robbing me." I look at the thug and he is laying there still.
"Oh my god, did you kill him?!" I shriek covering my mouth in shock and fear, pulling back from Trevor in two steps.
"He is not dead, just unconscious. What did he want from you?" he asks taking a step towards me.
"He wanted my stuff ...he was robbing me." I stammer, my brain a fog.
"I need specific words here Hannah." He demands.
"He wanted my bag. And he took my phone too." Trevor signals someone from behind and I see a bulky huge man gets out of a parked car. The man is so big and intimidating. He walks over to the unconscious man and goes through his pockets. He retrieves my phone and hands it over to Trevor.
"What is in your bag?" Trevor asks me, but I am watching the man carry the robber into the car's boot and getting inside and driving off.
What is going on?
"Hannah?"
"Where is he taking him? I should call the police. What's going on?"
"No need to call the police I will find out everything I need to know from the man myself. Let's get you home." He guides me inside another car and all this time my mind is in a jumble.
I sit back and try to compose myself.
"Were you following me?"
"No. but Jared was."
I assume Jared is the big guy.
"Was that a normal robbery or do I have to really start freaking out?" I ask him. He is silent looking around the street but his jaw is ticking.
"What are you working on right now?" he asks instead. I shake my head in confusion.
"Just my normal work. I have an investigative case going on, what does that have to do with anything?" I ask him.
"It has everything to do with what happened here tonight."
I sit back and try to wrap my head around what he is saying. I know I am writing and investigating about some big companies, I just didn't think it would actually end to this.
"I'm I in trouble?" I ask him in a whisper.
"Not when I am here. No one will touch a hair in your head from now on. And if they do, hell will rain upon them."