"Silvio?" I called out, pressing my fingers to my temples to squelch the headache that was pounding away like tiny gnomes mining through my gray matter. I attempted to run my hair through once again. The long thick curls were tangled and I cursed when my fingers tugged on a knot. "Shit."
My name is Savannah Collins and I swear I am about to have an aneurism. I work for the Miami brach of Rangeman LLC; a security company based out of Trenton, New Jersey. I am in charge of our Fugitive Apprehension and Monitoring department. It sounds more impressive then it is, and I spend the majority of my time sitting behind a desk with a phone plastered to my ear. My partner and close friend, Silvio Ortiz, and I share the north corner of the 2nd story in our building. We have seven employees currently working under us, but I am starting to think that I am going to have to request some extra hires.
"Savannah, I just got it." Silvio rushed into my office and handed me the file I had been waiting for. "I am pretty sure that we will have to pull the Bossman down for this one."
"Shit." I rubbed my eyes. "What kind of Judge orders specific agents for apprehension for a simple bond. This is ridiculous. What is the Judge's name again?" My head was pounding and I couldn't think straight. We had over a hundred new clients this month alone, and I was exhausted. Bossman, was Ricardo Carlos Manoso or ,as he likes to be called, Ranger. He stayed primarily in the main office in Trenton, but at least twice a month he would come down to our office and check over everything with a fine tooth comb. If we had to call him down outside of his normal visits, he usually would not be very pleasant.
"Morrissey." Silvo plunked down into the chair across from my desk. "He's a dick. If I could put my finger on what made him made him so hostile towards Rangeman, I'd fix it."
"Can't we file….shit…something." Fuck..way to go Colins I thought. There's that intelligent human being your known for.
"Everything okay, hon?" Silvio leaned in.
"Headache." I grimaced. "I just need some sleep I think."
"Go home…I can finish the paperwork, and I will set up transportation for the team."
Silvo rapped his knuckles against my desk. "What else is going on?"
"I don't want him to come, Sil." I squeaked out. "You know how he gets. Plus, he's been acting strange the past few months."
"Savannah." He got up and pulled me out of my chair. I sighed into his embrace, pulling the strength he offered. "I try to keep him off your back, but I think you should just talk to him."
"What would I say?" I shook my head, wrapping my arms tighter around him. "I don't understand what he wants."
"He doesn't understand what he wants, hon." Silvio kissed my temple and pulled back slightly. "Get some rest. I'll figure it this stuff out and get everything arranged."
"Thanks Sil." I kissed his cheek and took a deep breath. "I"ll be back tomorrow at eight."
"Okay." He watched as I logged out of my computer and gathered my things. "Hey, Savannah?"
"Yea?" I put my sunglasses on top of my head and grabbed my phone.
"If you dye your hair tonight, I might just kick your ass."
"Sil, if I don't…" My hair normally is a soft chocolate brown, and Carlos loves it that way. The last time I dyed my hair he wasn't happy and ended up sending me to get it redone shortly after he arrived.
"I'm serious." His tone deadpanned and he crossed his arms over his chest. I nodded and patted his shoulder before heading out. I was at my apartment within 20 minutes. I enjoyed living so close to the office, but at the same time I almost wished I had a longer commute to declutter my head.
I pushed past my small foyer, dropping my keys in a small bowl on a side table and my purse on the hook on the edge of the table. I locked the doors and leaned back against it. My head was pounding and all I wanted to do was take a hot shower, curl into bed and sleep. I went to my fridge, pulling out a bottle of water and headed towards my bedroom. I stood in front of my full length mirror and sighed.
There were perks working for Rangeman, one of them being the monthly bonus for using the gym on a daily basis, as well as the yearly one for passing the physicals. Mostly it was for the field agents, who needed to stay fit, but it was a perk across the board. Ranger is a health nut, and is borderline obsessive when it comes to physical fitness and proper diet.
I took full advantage of it and my body and my book collection is proof. I wasn't a tiny petite little thing like the majority of the women here in Miami. My Scandinavian background gave me pale skin, large crystal blue eyes with thick lashes, and super thick brown curly hair. Well, usually it was brown. I had dyed it red a few weeks ago and I loved it. I turned and looked at my ass in the mirror.
"Damn." I groaned. I hated my ass. I hated going out on the beach, as can be seen by my pasty complexion, mostly because I didn't have the Miami body. I had large breasts, and a small waist and a bubble butt. The hours I spent at the gym were evident but it didn't stop me from being just…well bigger. I sighed and stripped before heading to take a shower.
I braided my hair; twisting it into a giant bun on top of my head before I fell into bed, praying that tomorrow would be better than today.
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