Val was released from the hospital two days ago.

I, of course, didn't expect her to come back to work so soon. I did expect a phone call... text, email, smoke signal, something.

Or were they still not that close? "Probie!" I called out to the exhausted Jim, shuffling papers at his desk. "What?" he yawned. I sighed "Go to bed once in awhile, you worry me... have you heard from Limear?"

Jim tensed at the question. "I got an email from her. She's staying with her friend,"

I scoffed. At the thought of her having friends. As if.

But more so... at the fact that jim got the email.

"What friend?"

"Jax I think. I don't know who he is, but she gave me an address,"

"You are Mon chers friend?"

"Yes, her friend. I would like to talk to her please. Now."

The blonde man held up his hands in mock surrender, chuckling. "Alright, alright. No need to bite. I welcome all puppies, and even the occasional French kitty cat," Jax winked.

I grit my teeth. If this really was her friend, I wouldn't want to clock him for her sake.

Once inside, he said told me to take a seat, that she was in the shower. I sat in silence on the expensive couch, in what was practically a mansion.

"Jax, what kind of takeout do you want tonight?" the voice that called out from rooms away... it sent shivers down my spine. When the girl entered the sitting room, all she could do was stop and stare at Rab. He examined her, top to bottom with his eyes. She looked better... almost normal. Although she wore an oversized T-shirt that fell just below her hips... I assume it's not hers. I could only hope she was just wearing shorts, not... his... boxers.

That shouldn't piss me off... "Valadaa, we should talk,"

The girl looked at me without an expression.

The blonde man threw an arm around her shoulders, giving her a squeeze. "It's okay I let him in, right?" she blinked once, soon recovering her motor skills. Her smile was frantic, and most likely fake. "Ah, yes. He is my boss. Most likely wondering when I'll come back to work, yes?" she asked.

I furrowed my brows, about to speak when he interrupted me. "Val, is this your boyfriend?" Jax turned to the girl. She didn't express a face of disgust or anger, but just shook her head. "No he is not. He is my boss and colleague, nothing more."

My chest stung at that moment.

"I need to talk to you, right now. In private,"

"What are you doing here, Val?" I tried to further approach the young girl who stood on the balcony. She was facing away from me. "I'm staying with a friend,"

"That guy is your friend? You're wearing his boxers, I suspect he's more..."

Valadaa spun around "And what fucking business of that is yours?!"

The mans eyes softened in hurt.

"It's my business because I'm your boss, and I don't want you hanging around a flamboyant guy like that,"

"Why?!"

I grit my teeth. She's never been this upset or lashed out like this before.

"I don't want you to get hurt... you almost died once."

She scoffed.

"Jax is my best friend. He asked me if I would like to stay with him, and I said yes. You have no right to bud into my business! So what if I'm with him. Maybe he is my boyfriend, or maybe we're just fucking! Either way it's none of your business! I can't look at you right now! Maybe you should have just left me to bleed out, huh?! You only saved me because you would have to admit to breaking protocol if I died, huh!? Fucking leave!" she stormed off the terrace.

I felt warm tears falling down my face as I stood there in shock.

It's none of my business. Because we're not friends. I followed her out of concern once... but she has asked me if I was alright countless times. Even if we sniped at each other and joked... I have never made an effort to understand her.